“The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up – flaked up, with rose-water snow. The starred and stately nights seemed haughty dames in jeweled velvets, nursing at home in lonely pride, the memory of their absent conquering Earls, the golden helmeted suns! For sleeping man, ‘twas hard to choose between such winsome days and such seducing nights. But all the witcheries of that unwaning weather did not merely lend new spells and potencies to the outward world. Inward they turned upon the soul, especially when the still mild hours of eve came on; then, memory shot her crystals as the clear ice most forms of noiseless twilights.†– Herman Melville, ‘Moby Dick’
Spring invariably ushers in a new season of social events and get-togethers, and as the weather makes for enjoyable outside gatherings (assuming it eventually will…) I find myself in the act of preparation and planning. My favorite place to be.
The gardens are behind, but nature has a way of catching up. Unfortunately, working humans don’t have such a luxury, so if we don’t get some nice days the yard may not be cleaned up by the time it’s ready to sleep again. Again, it will all get done or it won’t, and some years are just about surviving and maintaining.
My fickle side has me undecided about how to navigate this blog for the summer. I’ve enjoyed taking most of it off for the past two years, but I’ve also hankered for an outlet when the days are rainy or the weekend is worth writing about. Toying with a lighter schedule that doesn’t see me completely offline from June to September may be the way to go. Two posts a day, no matinees? That sounds like a plan, with the caveat that it’s all subject to change by wish or whim. That’s what summer should be. First, though, let’s have a proper spring.
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