Ode to Spring

Monday, May 06, 2024

It’s early today, and no signs of rain, at least not yet. Understand, please, that I love the rain, but mostly while inside and hearing its pitter-patter—and hopefully, reading a book or cooking something up. I like rain much less in times that horses need feeding, and when other stuff needs doing around the barn.

We in Central Oregon desperately hope for heavy annual rains. We want full nearby mountain lakes and heavy water runoffs. Some years, our area stays too dry to maintain farmed crops, keep green an ever-growing population’s landscapes, and adequately feed this area’s famous golf courses.

The point is we couldn’t keep existing without rain aplenty. So, I won’t complain about the rain anticipated this afternoon. And, just my luck, it’ll be a downpour exactly when I must hurry out to the barn and feed my horses.

These aren’t sour notes because now is Central Oregon’s beginning of spring. Plus, it’s May! Shortly, we happily will stash our heavy outerwear, plant beautiful flowers knowing they’ll survive, and go seeking bleacher seats to cheer on the Bend Elks Baseball Team.

Dear Friends: Soon, and right here, abundant summer fun means fine living. Diana