Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

© 2006-2018 All rights reserved

My Photo
Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Signs of the Season

"Nature's first green is gold."

A day until spring officially begins, but the signs of Spring are everywhere. Down the road at the farm, the forsythias have been in bloom for over a week. In the language of flowers, forsythias indicate anticipation. I'm anticipating spring.

Forsythias aren't a native plant; they're named for William Forsyth (1737–1804), an English horticulturist who brought them from China.

Old timers call forsythias "golden bells" or "yellow bells." Each flower does look like a little yellow bell. Forsythia blossoms ring in springtime.

Last week, I bought some pansies. They're in full bloom now. Nothing says spring like a pot of pansies.

Thanks to last week's rain, fields are greening up. The redbuds promise to bloom anytime now. Maybe today's spring shower will encourage them.

I love to look at the signs of spring.

Speaking of looking, this morning around 3:40, I woke up and—in the light of the dusk-to-dawn light—saw Camilla sitting on her window shelf and staring intently out the window.

Was she watching for spring? Does spring creep in on little cat feet at night? Anyhow, I got up to look and saw a full moon over the trees that line Bar Ridge Road. Camilla and I watched the golden moon for a few minutes until clouds obscured it. Then I went back to bed.

A few hours later, I realized that I'd never seen the moon rise in the south-southeast before. I checked the calendar. The moon is waning—it's in the last quarter now. Whatever I saw wasn't a full moon.

Here's a daylight view of where I looked. The "moon" was just at tree-top level in the distance—about the middle of this picture—just above the patch of green between the two center cedar trees.

So, what was that gold orb I saw last night?

Edited to add: Friday morning (March 20), at 6:30 I saw the quarter moon overhead toward the southeast, so I guess I could have seen a moon.

But why did I see a full one? Was it because it might have been shining through a thin cloud that made what I saw look full? Anybody have a scientific explanation?



Blogger Amy Tate said...

Hmmmm. I don't have a scientific explanation, but I could come up with all sorts of story ideas! Great photos!

3:24 PM  
Blogger Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Wonder if it really was the moon? I love forsythia because they promise that spring is on the way. I used to have two bushes beside the house. They grew so large and so fast that I couldn't keep up with pruning them and finally cut them down. Kinda of miss the early spring blooms.

7:49 PM  
Anonymous clipping path said...

Excellent photos. Really heart catching pics...

6:46 AM  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home