Aahhh, Spring in Moab. I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying it since 1956 (gosh, over 60 years, or more than an expected human lifetime not that many years back). My forsythia is in full golden bloom just outside the back door, and both the apricot and peach trees are blossoming. Heaven.
It’s kind of a gloomy sky this Tuesday forenoon, but questionable rain in the forecast, according to the Salt Lake City experts. I don’t always believe them, but the sky outside and those aforementioned 60 years experience lead me to follow my senses. And it is time to start watering yards, despite the rain we’ve had in recent months.
Somebody at home must have felt the same, as there was water all down the driveway, as I headed to town. Either that or the irrigation ditch runneth over, a more likely occurance.
Water in the West, or lack thereof. A subject undertaken by many writers including a favorite of mine, Wallace Stegner. I diverge here as a memory comes forth of some younger person asking me about Stegner. For some unknown reason she thought I was personally acquainted with him. Wow. I would like to have been but was not.
Mention another favorite author, Ivan Doig, and it’s a different story. Andy, at Back of Beyond Books, had him and his wife as guests at a reading I attended at the store one time. The missus and I had a great visit and found we had some things in common, including newspapering.
When he died suddenly it was a shock to me, and I assume many other readers and fans. I had devoured all of his earlier writing. I had not yet read Work Song, but was looking forward to that, and many more books. Now it seems appropriate to haul out his books and have another read. One of the great joys of reading, to me, is rereading. There is always something new to discover in the old favorites.
But, I digress. The subject was Spring in Moab. Or, more generally, Spring, and the likelihood, or unlikelihood, of fruit later in the year. Day 15 of the month, be it April or October, is an important one. We don’t generally have a killing frost here, either after April 15 or before Oct. 15.
All generalizations are open to many challenges. Especially where the weather is concerned. We have a few days here to see what Mother Nature has planned for our little valley this year. And I hope it’s a bumper apricot crop. Apricot jam is a specialty unlike no other. And if one has enough of them to play around, try adding a jar of horseradish to a batch of the stuff, then serve it on crackers with cream cheese
So, now it’s past lunch time, and hunger strikes. Time to leave the computer and find the office refrigerator.