The nor’wester blows. Summer-like heat bruises the body; compresses the air within. Barely emerged from winter chill, not yet accustomed to the freshness of spring on my shoulders, I flail under hot air and bluster. Bring back the southerly, I wail; a gentle one, dipped in iced water, iced with snow, one that I can enjoy like an ice cream cone.
Some of you will remember that, a few months back, my daughter was hospitalised. She has been out of hospital for a while now. She is working slowly towards a better state of well-being. In recent days she has been able to return to writing poetry and has felt strong enough to publish one poem on her new blog, where she goes by the lovely name of ousel. If you would like to read her poem, The Snow Nymph, you can find her here I confess that I don’t always understand my daughter’s poems because they are full of allusions and references which are beyond my small brain, but I always find them beautiful. 🙂
The michelia in my photo is very bedraggled as a result of our capricious weather. It seems to be flowering far too early, this year. Last year it didn’t flower till late August/early September.
And a special note for Steve , at Portrait of Wildflowers, who teaches me new words, almost daily: the corolla of my michelia is fugacious, as fugacious as this summer heat in early spring.
Tomorrow, our temperatures are expected to return to more normal ones for the beginning of August. The michelia is likely to be bitten by frost. 😦