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Spring in Texas

flowers by KarenMy cousin, Karen, lives in Texas. We’d be the best of friends if we lived closer together, I’m sure of it… but thanks to email and my weblog, we’re closer than we’ve ever been.

She writes that she finished a Guitar-Trim Herringbone Hat this week, I’m hoping we’ll see a photo one of these days. Meanwhile, she sent a photo of spring in her yard this week. Azaleas blooming like CRAZY! OK, there’s a bit of distance between Texas and Michigan… but it gives me hope.

Karen writes:

…spring has sprung–I can see the new leaves on the live oaks in our front yard from where I’m sitting now, the salvia that wintered over is about to bloom, and our azaleas are just a mass of hot pink blooms…with freckles!

I remember going to Karen’s wedding in April once upon a time. I was just blown away with the hugeness of some of the flowers, and the amazing loud colors that I saw everywhere, flower after flower after flower. Azalea bushes like this one, and hybiscus with flowers the size of plates, or so it seemed. And flowers I’d never heard of before. Everything truly seemed larger than life in Houston that spring.

Then I got home and spring was just starting here in Michigan. It seemed that all the flowers on the fruit trees were either white or the palest of pink. The trees looked so soft, almost fluffy, with the multitudes of tiny flowers on them.

I then understood the unique beauty of a Lansing, Michigan spring. It’s soft and slow and subtle, gentle and feminine. It’s lovely in its own way. At first I was let down, as I do love color with a punch. But I grew to understand that the beauty in my part of the world grows slowly while we are looking at other things. By July, things are really gorgeous and we have bright patches of color, too. But spring is a softness in my town.

Karen, thanks for sharing this lovely photo. Hope springs eternal, as they say… we’ll have color soon enough.

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