I was struck. It wasn’t a feeling I was expecting and perhaps my feelings are overwhelmed by the times, but in taking that quick shot of the single coral-pink tulip and the half gone daffodils amongst the wild array of indigenousness, I felt the insidious burden of first contact seeming to roll over me like eons of ragged expectations.
In other parts of the U.S. and the world, emerging plants might be tulips or daffodils. It might be a favorite local wildflower. Whichever flower or shrub it might be, it is a announcement that spring has arrived. In the Aleutians, we expect spring near the end of May or even in the first weeks of June. I look for the emergence of medicinal plants that have become virtually nonexistent in my pharmacy. It seems that my favorite time of year has arrived a bit early. Well, except for fishing season, and berry picking season. There is hiking and camping, but there is nothing quite like the emergence season when everything is fresh and new. And loved.
You never say the “S” word because it will surely jinx you and make a liar out of you. But starting in the second week of March we have had crazy crocus coming up and daffodils beginning to sprout. And even on their short little daffodil greens coming out of the ground, we are seeing buds. Surely this bumblebee I caught on camera yesterday knows what he is doing? All week long we have been having snow flurries that hit the ground, stay a bit, and dissipate within the hour. This is what we call “the snow that melts the snow”. Seeing how we have not had any snow this winter, it is sadly funny. I’m still waiting for a good 6-10 inches. I think I may be out of luck.