Today On Saturday

I love Saturdays, don't you? Today is a nice one.
We hit 88 degrees yesterday. I left windows open last night
and I already have the doors and windows open. It won't last
though. How many times have I trusted April and planted my
garden on days like today.
I will not be lulled into jumping the gun.

I just love this color and I wish they smelled like Wisteria.
I don't think they smell much like anything but dirt. I was reading
through Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard.
She wrote this in her book and I have thought about it a lot this week.

" Long racemes of white flowrs hung from the locust trees. Last summer
I heard a Cherokee legend abut the locust tree and the moon,
The moon goddess starts out with a big ball, the full moon,
and she hurls it across the sky. She spends all day retrieving it; then she shaves a slice from
it and hurls it again, retrieving, shaving, hurling and so on. She uses up a moon a month,
all year. Then, the way Park Service geologist Bill Wellman tells it, " 'long about spring
of course she's knee-deep in moon-shavings, " so she finds her favorite tree, the locust
and hangs the slender shavings from its boughs. And there they were, the locust flowers,
pale and clustered in crescents."

My grand mother's trees are next door, and this time of the year the old, old trees are full
of Wisteria and then as the purple changes into white the old, majestic locust tree starts to bloom and the tree becomes purple and white and the smell is like what I hope heaven smells like.

When I was a little girl and I would play under the trees and the
flowers would be dripping off of the locust tree and I would pick them
and take them to my grand mother, she would always say, " Don't pick
them Kim, because locust blooms last on the tree. " I would pick
a few then to put them in my play house to be the perfume that made
it pretty. I just touch them but I don't pick them now.

My flowers are all starting to wake up now. All of the ones
that greet the spring and then will be gone to make room for
the summer flowers who are much tougher I think. You can
pick those and bring them into the house.

It is Saturday and I have chicken coops to clean and
lots of things to get finished before the morning is gone.
I hope your day is just lovely,
~Kim~