Spring remembered to show up


No, I’m not bitter. I’ve just been wondering if we were going to skip spring altogether and go right from “gross rainy cold season” to “gross hot summer.” My irises should have bloomed a month ago; I’m just now seeing buds. Now, when June is a week away. It’s not right.

I much prefer spring and fall to summer and winter. Time to plant seeds, or time to harvest. Things are growing, or things are turning brown. They’re transitional seasons, on their way to becoming something else, and I find that much more interesting than endless 80-degree sweat-covered days or endless 30-degree slippery black ice days. They’re the creative seasons. It’s a funny coincidence that my children were born in spring, and in fall.

So I’m glad to see spring, even if it’s going to be a pretty short one, since we’ve already had several hot days and I resorted to turning on the air conditioner. I feel more creative in a creative season. The garden is achieving things and so should I. I’m hoping to get some inspiration from the outside world, at least until summer stomps its way in.

On the other hand, in summer I can take the laptop outside. So that’s a plus.


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