May mornings on Oregon's high desert begin with a crisp chill in the air. Quite invigorating. Occasionally we light our fireplace to ward off remnants of winter's cold. The sun ascends slowly, casting golden light over our snow-capped mountains. Good Morning Mt. Bachelor, Broken Top, Three Sisters and Three Fingered Jack ~ lookin' mighty good!
Planting comes late in Bend. First week of June, a must. Last night's temperature dipped to 28 degrees Fahrenheit. Mother Nature's way of reminding us who runs the show!
The apple tree in our yard bravely burst into bloom several weeks ago. I feared the blossoms would freeze ~ no apples for the cobblers we enjoy. The tree's blossoms survived, testament to their resilience and the cycle of renewal.
As quickly as May arrives it slips away, leaving behind memories of its transient beauty. On our high desert oasis, we cherish each moment of spring ~ a precious interlude in that grand symphony of four seasons.
spring in her glory
apple blossoms at their peak
blanketing footpath
Frank is our host today in the dVerse Poets Pub ~~ time for a haibun ~~ one that embodies the beauty of transience.
Dearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteWitnessing such a beautiful transition into spring is like a miracle!
Hugs,
Mariette
You paint a lovely picture.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work, Helen!
ReplyDeleteA great on Helen. You are right Nature is the boss!
ReplyDeleteWonderful write Hellen. Yes — Hello to those mountains, and a hug to Mt Hood. I miss Oregon so very much. Beautiful though it is, Washington will never replace Oregon in my heart.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful haibun, and beautiful apple blossoms. lovely
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about where you live, Helen, so different from the UK, especially Norfolk, where there are very few hills, and definitely no snow-covered mountains! I love their names, especially Three Fingered Jack, and the ‘grand symphony of four seasons’ in your high desert oasis. The image in your haiku is stunning.
ReplyDeleteWe never get enough apples! Mother Nature tries to run the show in spite of our efforts to circumvent and undo her. Love your haiku!!
ReplyDeleteI love the way your high dessert looks, and what a blessing to still have an orchard. I do not have apple trees but the garden surrounding have quite a lot of them... and they are mid-bloom as we speak.
ReplyDeleteReally beautifully scribed, very rich, opulent in the most natural of ways.
ReplyDeleteWhat a grand desert oasis you enjoy, Helen! I miss seeing mountains but we do have apple blossoms and the promise of applesauce...and pies :)
ReplyDeletethis is a perfect phrase to capture how spring makes us feel: "we cherish each moment of spring ~ a precious interlude in that grand symphony of four seasons". Nice!
ReplyDeleteI love that you say “Good morning” to the mountains.😆
ReplyDeleteNature is boss. And we better concede this title to her!
ReplyDeleteAdore your haibun. Transience of life. Enjoy your spring. Blessings. X, Selma
Relieved the apple blossoms survived, and now I'm anticipating those apples with you! A perfect haibun, Helen, hitting all the right notes of Mono no Aware.
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived in Portland, we had an apple tree. It's probably finally producing
ReplyDeletefruit, now that I'm away. Lovely haibun, Helen.
Sorry this is so late, Helen. What an exquisite tribute to the passing of May! Well done!
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