I awoke early this morning and heard a lone bird chirping in the tree just outside my bedroom window. Ahh, I haven’t heard that cheery call in a long time, and it was such a welcome sound in the early morning air. I rolled over so I could hear the song more clearly, and my heart rejoice. Spring is coming, the seasons will change and winter will end. It will!
The trouble with old man winter is that he always overstays his welcome. He does! No other season is so rude, or unfeeling and cranky. Why does he do this? I love him so much when he first comes to my door with that wintry blast and fresh white snow storm, but come mid-March, his song and dance is getting a bit old and he needs to take off his winter boots, get off the stage of life and go to bed for a nice long nap.
“Don’t be such a bully!” I want to say to him. “Let the spring flowers and warm breezes come out and play for a while. They have been waiting in the wings long enough. It is their turn now. It is time for you to wash your face, brush your teeth, and go to bed!!!!”
He just doesn’t listen though. Ornery old guy! It makes you mad when people don’t listen doesn’t it? He is tired and cranky and needs to go to bed. Just go to bed already!
We went out for a walk last night and his tired temper tantrum blew wet snow in our faces and chilled us to the bone as we walked along slippery streets. The car is covered in icy snow this morning and gusts of wind continue to blow snow all around the house and garden. Yet I did hear that lonely bird chirping in the middle of the storm this morning. Ah, the hope of Spring! It is coming. It is!
What wonderful life-lessons of Mother Nature has to teach us. We all need to learn when it is time for a change in our lives and move into the different seasons gracefully. Not be a cranky old bully and make life miserable for those around us when we stay up past our bedtime. When we feel ourselves getting ornery maybe we need to take nap. Simple as that! Step back and rest. Just listen to our bodies and rest when we need to, work when we have to, laugh, love, and enjoy what is when it is and move along into the different seasons of our life gracefully.
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.
Thoreau
2 comments:
Oh Cuppa,
How different this post is compared to the posts from December and January as you woke up excited each morning at the Farm House to see what beautiful surprises Jack Frost left for you on the windows, or what new landscape was painted overnight with each snow fall.
I too am ready to for Spring. I'm excited to see my flower gardens grow (as this is the first year I have flower gardens), and sit out in the sunshine.
I know Karla. I absolutely love the winter and enjoy every minute of December, January and February. The more snow the better, and a good winter blizzard is great. As long as I don't have to drive in it. But, when it comes to mid-March I want old man winter to rest for a while and build up his strength for next year.
Winter is my favorite season,(if I can spend most of it up at Riverwood) but spring is a close second (if I can spend it down here in the city). Picky, picky, picky!
The new life springing up out of the cold dark ground each spring amazes me every year.
What fun you will have sitting out in your new garden this year with your new baby sleeping beside you in a pram. What a great time of year to have a baby.
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