This song, the classic ‘Beautiful Dreamer’, gets a jazz-inflected revision filled with the anticipatory excitement and delicious tension that informs these early days of the season. We are almost a month into it, and with 80-degree days, we seem to have skipped a beat or two. The rain and cooler nights return next week, but for now I’m indulging in the beauty around us, such as these Scilla blooms, and the radial wonder of a Crown Imperial Fritillaria.
Work in the yard continues – I’m about fifteen bags into the process, which is almost halfway there. In my older age, I find things going a bit slower, but also a bit more peacefully. Hours spent outdoors in the spring are therapeutic in a way that no other hours are.
