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.