This year Seattle recorded the third wettest April on record. It rained, rained again, and then rained some more. BLAH! Anytime I stepped outdoors, I got drenched.
Finally, May has arrived. We have sunnier skies, longer days, and luscious spring blossoms. The Alaska cruise ships have begun their northern migrations. If you can’t tell it’s May by the flowers, you can tell by the seasonal influx of tourists.
People store away their fleece and rain gear. New sunglasses are purchased. (Who remembers what happened to the last pair?) Everyone wants to meet at outdoor patio bars or snag a sidewalk restaurant table.
As I wrote in a previous post, people in this area love their flowers and gardens. Another sign of spring is the glorious rhododendron. Most of the year they are ugly, gangly shrubs or trees, but in the spring, they burst into bloom. I took these pictures on one of my recent neighborhood walks. Even though my skills as a photographer might be questionable, I’m sure you can see the beauty of the flowers.
During the dark, damp months, I sometimes feel like I will never see the sun again. Meteorologists say summer doesn’t begin here until the Fifth of July. When it does, the hot sun parches the landscape. (Also the skin-stay in the shade!) Contrary to Seattle’s rainy reputation, August and September are nearly precipitation free. The blooms fade, the leaves wither, the grass browns. I know it seems improbable, but in the heat of summer, I long for the pitter patter of raindrops on my window.
Springtime weather seems like the perfect marriage of the two. Although I might be a little prejudiced. My birthday is in May!
What’s your favorite season?