Tag: lilacs

Spring and All That Is

Spring and All That Is
Saturday, March 21— Spring again, just past the vernal equinox. The sky is soft and gray. Crocuses are blooming.  The pussy willows are opening, the same color as the sky. This morning, I went to get milk at the Walgreens at Roosevelt and Ridgeland in south Oak Park. There was a big delivery truck full of... Read more »

A rain of May flowers

Snow in April and rain in May, maybe the wettest spring on record, but now here come the May flowers– There are tulips in a profusion of colors, from white to striped and purple-black.  You can find them in front yards and back yards and planted in the medians along Michigan Avenue.  A native of Central... Read more »

Ephemeral Spring

from The Botticellian Trees by William Carlos Williams The alphabet of the trees is fading in the song of the leaves the crossing bars of thin letters that spelled winter and the cold have been illuminated with pointed green— by the rain and sun— ----------------------------------------------------------- Days of sun, days of rain.  Then comes a string of  just-about-perfect days, the kind of days  people have been waiting for ---oh, so impatiently---"Hurry up, Spring!" scrawled in chalk on the sidewalk. Already, the lace of green is giving way to leaves. Now, it's May, and the lilacs are blooming. This is the time to gather morels, described so well in Illinois Outdoors. It was the morels that got  me thinking of  ephemeral spring. In the Illinois woodlands (perhaps even some wild places in this city) are  jack-in- the-  pulpits and bloodroot---true spring ephemerals, as they appear and bloom before the canopy of leaves. I remember a clearing in the woods, and a field of bloodroot. Each plant with a single, perfect white flower. Stems bleeding red sap  (hence the name) when we tried to pick it. In the new-plowed fields,  farmers would find arrowheads. All the kids hunted for arrowheads, too--more elusive than morels. And  while the sunny and warm weather lasts, farmers are out planting, making the most of  these ephemeral spring days, before the  rains, again...