pacific spring

One thing I have yet to get accustomed to in 5 years in Seattle is the January spring. The air is fresh, wet, and sweet; green shoots, quince buds, and the brave leaves of primroses emerge to a nearly universal response of delight. The luscious, drinkable air carries the songs of robins – yes, robins in January – a joyous surprise to me, even after the passing of 5 Januaries.  And usually, by 3pm, a show of sunshine lets you know that spring really is around the corner, even if a former area resident thinks it can really hang you up the most.

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Filed under clean air, delight, primroses, quince, Rickie Lee Jones, seattle, spring, spring bulbs, weather, winter daphne

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