Embracing This Change
I do not believe I have a favorite season of the year. Sometimes it takes a concerted effort but I attempt to enjoy all that they have to offer on any given day.
After the warmest winter on record in my area of the country, we are now returned to winter’s blustery winds and two brief deposits of snow. As I write, the sky is clear clean and blue; over the water, I can witness the dark, fierce clouds bringing more downpours.
The morning walk was dry; I was bundled against the wind in my wool hat, cold weather jacket and sunglasses.
The return of the freezing temperatures has cast the crocus to the ground, bent the bleeding hearts down, and left thousands of plum and forsythia blossoms on the pavement. The Governor and her advisers are talking about drought conditions this summer, and maybe this is just Nature’s way to keep fruit from setting in massive numbers with not enough water for success.
The dam is open at the inlet end and the powers that be are letting the tides cure the snail infestation in the lake. Mud flats or high tide of salt water washes in and out during the day. I do not like the smell of the mud flats at low tide, but can celebrate that so much litter and garbage has been cleaned off the bottom, even big logs that made it over the falls and I believe maybe there were the remains of one dead cow.
I will grow accustomed to the smell and am glad that powerful chemicals are not being used to eradicate the pesky invasive species. I wonder if even one person has stopped using bleach or harsh detergents in their laundry – has maybe at least one made a change? I fervently hope so.
A developer’s lobby has just gotten the environmental regulations relaxed on many of the State’s construction projects. According to my understanding, our Legislative body just pleased a few developers and put our State at least 4 years and more like 6 years behind on the economic recovery. I am feeling as though my voice is too weak – I need a clanging gong.
As the wind pushes the splatters against the pane, I add a sweater and button up. By leaving the computer, I am able to wander the house and warm my feet with movement. Over the Lake, hundreds of seagulls play on the up and down drafts. It is a game and this is their bliss. I raise my arms and glide, imagining the feeling and am carried away.
If I resist and complain, what have I lost and what have I gained? Yes, the blossoms defeated made me sad and I wish they were going to be there to delight my senses another day, and maybe it is the right thing in the long run. If I curse the weather for my discomfort I will just be a noise with no relief.
It is the edge of spring and it is full of winter reminders. Just as each season does not arrive with a line drawn in the sand, it is more of a tease, I need to ebb and flow my expectations and wardrobe. Today I need to raise my arms play and glide upon the wind – it might just be the right thing to do.
How do you feel about the changing seasons? Do you resist or glide? How do you feel when someone spends so much money to get what they want and not consider all the possibilities and outcomes? Do you ever wonder if you have assisted in making a change happen?
The beautiful spring photographs on this post are from Geek Girl’s lovely recent adventure and I am so appreciative that she shared them with me, so I can enjoy each blossom with repeated pleasure.