
It is that time of year when cultures around the world celebrate life and the return of warmth by recognizing blossoms, (at least in the northern hemisphere). I know there are the cherry blossom festivals in Washington D.C. and Japan. But it seems to me that the beauty of the peach blossom is overlooked. This exquisite flower adorns our new peach tree. I've learned the lesson of paying a little more for a second year tree as it is a little further along in its life cycle and has offered us food for the eye, let alone the anticipation of a juicy peach. It brings to mind the idea that warm days and juicy peaches (and watermelons) are just around the corner. For a moment we need to take a deep breath and leave aside the big picture forest and dwell in the sanctity deep within the pollen heart of a peach blossom. Or maybe you'd rather stare into nature's canvas of iridescent purples that so many artists have tried to duplicate. These Oregon Irises (Iris tenax) grow abundantly around here, we dug up some from the shoulder of the gravel road and moved them onto the property. Do they like to be uprooted and transplanted? Are they willing to give us a chance and be part of our flora family? Will they return again to strike their vibrant strokes on the land? We hope so.

Or maybe your taste runs to the lighter hues of the painters palate. The graceful strokes of the Oregon Fawn Lily (Erythronium oregonum). The graceful curves and pollen-laden stamens are also foster plants for us. Will these young beauties accept the disruption from their home, even though not far away? Rather than gathering dust along the logging road, will they adapt to the gentler and slower pace of our land? Only time will tell for any of us really. How will we adjust to the changes in life, location, and the phases of our lives?



