The Anecdotal Life Part 126.
You can get down to the bare bones of things in the winter if you are lucky enough to be near a woods. The illusion giving skin is removed, peeled back and the the starkness of the inner core the forest is exposed. All activity tends to end and abundance vanishes . We draw inward and prefer to sleep. My cats get that part.
Spring though, drags us to our feet. Smashes us between the eyes with vagrant petals and mind snapping color. It's too rich and too fast coming right at us in kaleidoscopic flashes.... like a drive by shooting, only thankfully less lethal. All this stuff just comes banging out of the ground. I have huge spears of Hostas now that tore upwards out of the ground overnight. Pushy flowers knocking each other over in their hurry. Birds belt out territorial ditties and leaves begin to shroud those uninviting naked branches. It's a rambunctious mess and out of that mess will come winners and losers. Sounds like I'm talking about the overpopulation of the earth doesn't it? Birth, rebirth and death rocketing throughout the woods and fields, even in the little plot behind my house. Every downpour gives rise to a new fiefdom of exaggerated hues. Out come the mowers, the weed whackers, and weed killers and the racket only subsides in the summer's relentless sunny days. Fir trees stand around looking useless and clearly wronged by the heat, definitely out of place. Yep, Spring is a jaw dropping experience in terms of upheaval. " The Hunt for the Red October" was nothing compared to the daily war over space, light or water in any average field. In our past winter months the stars were sharp with a special clarity, diamond hard and faceted. However, along comes fair weather and they soften, becoming more lustrous with a tender shine. Our hearts can go pitty-pat without any fear of cardiac arrest.
Unfortunately, we have to remember a large portion of the Midwest like Minnesota, Michigan, Iowa, Indiana, and gosh knows how many others have had our sympathy as they struggled through month after month of ghastly weather. Camus' line, as accurately as I can remember it, " In the midst of winter I discovered in me an invincible spring." ought to be turned around for those suffering endless cold and snow. (like it wasn't enough what they went through with drought, hurricanes and tornadoes.) I decided it should read for them, " In the midst of spring we discovered outside an invincible winter.) Even lucky us keep waking up to chilly weather and alternating temperatures making no sense whatsoever. God go with them all . No "Merry Month of May" so far for them, nor Maypole dances either.
We here in Annapolis are, on the other hand, basically rolling in the glory of it all. "It's May, It's May , the lusty month of May" and we thank God we were spared in spite of a 2754 pollen count.
My sister in Michigan who is waiting for a five foot drift of snow to melt and clear her driveway, said she'd never heard of a pollen count like that. We didn't win an A plus for trees nationally for nothing. It does have a telling effect. We "shoulda" bought stock in the Kleenex
company in mid April. So we won another A plus and it's been a knockout season. I'll put up with the Cecil B. Demille visual effects. You could catch a train and visit. Sounds like it'd be a lot quicker than a flight. I have included a picture I painted (remember it's copyrighted) in the
loveliest days of the furor. Love to you all ...especially now in the spring. Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Copyright: May 5, 2013
Spring though, drags us to our feet. Smashes us between the eyes with vagrant petals and mind snapping color. It's too rich and too fast coming right at us in kaleidoscopic flashes.... like a drive by shooting, only thankfully less lethal. All this stuff just comes banging out of the ground. I have huge spears of Hostas now that tore upwards out of the ground overnight. Pushy flowers knocking each other over in their hurry. Birds belt out territorial ditties and leaves begin to shroud those uninviting naked branches. It's a rambunctious mess and out of that mess will come winners and losers. Sounds like I'm talking about the overpopulation of the earth doesn't it? Birth, rebirth and death rocketing throughout the woods and fields, even in the little plot behind my house. Every downpour gives rise to a new fiefdom of exaggerated hues. Out come the mowers, the weed whackers, and weed killers and the racket only subsides in the summer's relentless sunny days. Fir trees stand around looking useless and clearly wronged by the heat, definitely out of place. Yep, Spring is a jaw dropping experience in terms of upheaval. " The Hunt for the Red October" was nothing compared to the daily war over space, light or water in any average field. In our past winter months the stars were sharp with a special clarity, diamond hard and faceted. However, along comes fair weather and they soften, becoming more lustrous with a tender shine. Our hearts can go pitty-pat without any fear of cardiac arrest.
Unfortunately, we have to remember a large portion of the Midwest like Minnesota, Michigan, Iowa, Indiana, and gosh knows how many others have had our sympathy as they struggled through month after month of ghastly weather. Camus' line, as accurately as I can remember it, " In the midst of winter I discovered in me an invincible spring." ought to be turned around for those suffering endless cold and snow. (like it wasn't enough what they went through with drought, hurricanes and tornadoes.) I decided it should read for them, " In the midst of spring we discovered outside an invincible winter.) Even lucky us keep waking up to chilly weather and alternating temperatures making no sense whatsoever. God go with them all . No "Merry Month of May" so far for them, nor Maypole dances either.
We here in Annapolis are, on the other hand, basically rolling in the glory of it all. "It's May, It's May , the lusty month of May" and we thank God we were spared in spite of a 2754 pollen count.
My sister in Michigan who is waiting for a five foot drift of snow to melt and clear her driveway, said she'd never heard of a pollen count like that. We didn't win an A plus for trees nationally for nothing. It does have a telling effect. We "shoulda" bought stock in the Kleenex
company in mid April. So we won another A plus and it's been a knockout season. I'll put up with the Cecil B. Demille visual effects. You could catch a train and visit. Sounds like it'd be a lot quicker than a flight. I have included a picture I painted (remember it's copyrighted) in the
loveliest days of the furor. Love to you all ...especially now in the spring. Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Copyright: May 5, 2013
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