Sunday, April 26, 2009
Spring in DC is not stingy; it doesn't hold back. If Spring was some guy in a bar, it would be one of those friendly and ebullient people who talks loudly - and too much - and wears Hawaiian shirts. If spring was a guy in a bar it would buy drinks for the house. Yep, spring in DC is generous, almost to a fault.
It isn't in any hurry either. Unlike spring seasons in other places I've lived, right here Spring strolls slowly across the American midatlantic, adorning every square inch with color, shape and fragrance. Spring in DC is an outrageous piece of performance art.
Though not entranced by the green dust, I do love the bravado of spring. Even the weather is showy and in-your-face. Last night, for instance, after a super hot and breezy day, the twins Lightning and Thunder rolled through town, along with just enough rain to settle the green dust from yesterday's tree orgy. We had it all yesterday: heat, blinding sunlight, a few puffy clouds, plenty of pollen, then a sound and light show and a nice cool drink. Wow.
One great thing about Jake's advanced age is that thunderstorms no longer frighten him. I think he must be mostly deaf because although he was slightly concerned by the flashes of lightning, he did not feel compelled to wedge himself behind the toilet as he used to. There are some benefits to old age. Indeed!