Happy Mother’s Day!
This post is dedicated to my mother, Frances, on this special day.
Last week, Frances, Sarah, and I visited Butchart Gardens located on Vancouver Island. It rained most of the day, bestowing a soft and gracious mist to the Gardens. The cool humidity of the day enhanced the diverse shades of trees and greenery. The rain added vibrancy to the more than 185 different varieties of tulips scattered throughout the grounds, lining the pathways with spring exuberance.
Emily Dickinson’s poem, A Light Exists in Spring, came to mind as I walked the pathways. The rain gently tapped on my “Butchart Gardens” umbrella specially made with clear plastic to allow me to look upward to the cherry blossoms.
Thank you for joining me virtually at Butchart Gardens, on a rainy afternoon in Spring.
A Light Exists In Spring
By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels. It waits upon the lawn; It shows the furthest tree Upon the furthest slope we know; It almost speaks to me. Then, as horizons step, Or noons report away, Without the formula of sound, It passes, and we stay: A quality of loss Affecting our content, As trade had suddenly encroached Upon a sacrament.