Finally, spring, the hallelujah season! The sound of mowers and motorcycles are heard in the land. High-spirited kids laugh and yell, joyful to be out of school. They come back this way with ice cream cones and sundaes and smoothies from Kelly’s Ice Cream. The Cemetery Crows wheel and cry in the warmth of the sun.
For this short while, neither the furnace nor the air conditioner is needed. Doors and windows are open, letting our senses exult to the odor of the fresh-cut grass and the musky scent of warm rain, and afterwards, the sound of Charley Creek tumbling happily between its banks. The yard smells of Lilacs unless they are over-powered by the mouth-watering fragrance of grilling barbeque. Birds and squirrels cheep and chatter as they scurry across the yard, reassuring hungry children that they’ll soon be back with food.
My own lilac bush bloomed this spring after several years of being pruned by amateur landscapers in the wrong season. And I finally have a whole nest of poppies which I’ve been trying to get started for a decade. Of course, plants not so welcome are flourishing too, including the yucca which produces an over-abundance of babies every year to increase its territory and along with it, the dreaded predatory Trumpet Vine. It would plunder and pillage every other plant in the yard, including the grass, if it wasn’t cut back. I have often wondered which would win a war between the yucca and the trumpet vine but I don’t want my lawn to be their battlefield.
Garage sale posters sprout on every telephone pole and American flags wave wistfully on soldiers’ graves in honor of Memorial Day. Winter-weary drivers endure long lines at the car wash as they wait to wash away the residue of a particularly ugly season.