Could it be that spring is here to stay?
Waking up.
Slowly, the neighbor’s tulips are coming into full bloom as my orange cat sits sunning himself in a nest he has made in the fresh mulch. The girls next door playing under the trees, run squealing as they chase each other in a game of tag. The hum humming of a distant lawn mower carries me off into thought, of what I can’t quite recall. And when evening comes, I dust off my folded beach chair and sit out on the fresh mowed grass to watch the sun dip behind the blue mountains just as my husband texts me to say he’s on his way home.
Spring.
A magical time of year when nature peers from beneath folded buds and without fanfare miraculously pops open. And there is the melodious buzzing and chirping that carry me off to sleep at night and again greet me as I wake in the morning. For this reason, I tend to keep my windows ajar to let in the smorgasbord of color, sound, and buzz-i-ness. This should be the time of New Year’s resolutions and new beginnings (rather than the dead of winter) when the Redbuds along the Greenway inspire me to come out of myself and I begin to notice subtle changes, like I don’t need to play it so safe anymore, and I don’t need my pancakes to be perfectly round when I pour the batter onto the hot pan.
Could it be this time spring is here to stay?
Or is it just the slow turning of life that moves us in a new direction in an almost imperceptible way, then circles back around to remind us that some things never change.
