I live in Oregon. The beautiful part of Oregon. The Willamette Valley. As the historians remind us, it is the Garden of Eden at the end of the Oregon Trail. This is where those early pioneers decided to end their journey and stay because it is such a beautiful place. I doubt they arrived in April though. I have a love/hate relationship with the month of April. Having endured the long rainy months of Winter, resigning myself to that fact of life, I start getting a little antsy for a change. Then Spring comes, and things start bursting forth with new life, and color, and freshness. BUT, the weather is often so lousy that it is impossible to enjoy the new life, and color, and freshness. And simply looking out from a window does not count.
I braved the elements this morning and took my camera out into the muck. I wanted to have reminders for myself of how beautiful this place is, how much promise April holds. And when an Oregonian becomes afraid to get a little wet, she has no business being an Oregonian.
I was happy to see there were still a few blossoms left on the cherry tree after the violent winds we have been having.
One of my new little lemon trees has not fared as well. This may be the tenth time it has fallen victim to the wind. We simply haven't found a break in the weather to get it planted in something more substantial.
I was able to get my flowers planted, though. I only got rained on planting the last three.
The clematis is almost ready to pop out.
Despite my frustration, and sometimes harsh words about the Oregon weather, it would take an awful lot to convince me to move away. I do live in a beautiful place. And most of the time, I am willing to pay the price to live here. Just not during April.