Wait, it's June already? It's hard to believe, especially since it's supposed to rain today and the weather has been generally cool. The lettuce and peas are loving it, but I despair a bit for the peppers, eggplant and tomatoes -- they, as I, need the heat. Such strange weather. The radio says thunderstorms and hail for later this afternoon. What?
I've spent quite a bit of time in the past 24 hours alone in the house. This used to be something I relished, especially on Tuesday nights when Joe was on a long team ride, before I started going to class on Tuesdays. I used to come home and really, truly enjoy that alone-time here, but was never alone since I had Jasper with me, and we would lounge together, walk around and stare at things, find our spots on couch or bed and nestle in, me keeping up a fairly steady chatter of baby-talk at Jassie, him talking to me always with his eyes. I'd wander in the garden and write and make dinner slowly, and enjoy being here with my sweet dog. Being here now alone is really alone, and makes his absence so enormous for me. I did all the same things last night -- wandered, stared, wrote, cooked -- but always with a feeling of agitation under the surface. Boo.
And we're still making and adding, and at each point I wonder what he would make of it. Like how would he like this unexpected water feature we started on Saturday, that now sits just outside our room? The bees seem to love it, attracted by the sound of running water perhaps. We're giving it a week or so to settle and then will introduce some little fish. We saw fatty tadpoles at the petstore and I so would love to add frogs to it, but have a feeling that's a big no-no. So cute though, those tadpoles!
And I wonder how interested he would have been, as we were, to visit the poor raccoon Joe found up the street. Such a beautiful face and such amazing little hands and feet. Of course it's morbid and weird (for some) that we stand around in the shoulder of the road and turn the lifeless creature this way and that to give him a thorough look, but honestly, when that raccoon was alive, he wouldn't have permitted it, no way. Just look at that adorable nose, how it scoops up at the end, like a badger's, and those funny little bear feet. So precious.
Jasper would have patiently waited for us as we stood at the blackberry bushes at the corner, watching bees roll and bumble about in the blossoms, wondering which bees were from our hives, Joe plucking a blossom and holding it, hoping a bee would land in it. He would have watched the cars go by as we still stood there, waiting, marveling at how silly we are, entertained by bugs. And then trotted home by our side.
So bittersweet, this spring, this spring that keeps stretching into the time that should be summer's. I don't mind the rain so much, really, since I too feel caught up in a wet weather pattern. But behind the gray skies, I know the summer's there, ready to bust out once we're past these storms. I'm ready.