Longer Afternoons

[rejectomorph]

Now black-winged butterflies have appeared, and are fluttering around the fading lilac blossoms. The small young leaves of the mulberry tree are numerous enough to create a dappled shade on the lawn, where I can sit and watch the afternoon. The lichen has vanished from the walk, except for a few spots in the cracks betwen the paving stones. A few of the lilies have died back already, and the camellias are quickly fading. Small purple flowers adorn the sourgrass along the border of the flower bed. All the oaks are now thick with fresh green foliage. At this time, I can detect no fragrance of flowers on the breeze, but I know that soon the jasmine in the back yard will be blooming and filling the night with its exotic scent. I watch the buttrflies dance.

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[mattcallow.livejournal.com]

i love reading of the difference in our seasons. our camellias are just about to come out - another couple of sunny days and they'll explode... :)

[rejectomorph]

I tend to forget how far south I still am in northern California. This place is in about the same latitude as Valencia, Spain. Since I spent most of my life in Los Angeles, which is farther south than Casablanca, Paradise seems pretty far north to me. Only when I look at a map do I recall that all but a fraction of Europe is in a more northerly clime.