It seems that Winter is still trying to hang on despite the groundhog's prediction of an early Spring. The weather lately has been cold and wet or cold and gloomy; I'd like a third option please! Under the cold exterior, tiny buds are waiting to burst into bloom and little birds are circling waiting to see what feasts the coming season will bring. As for me, I am getting impatient with Mother Nature.
When I look out my window I see trees needing a bit of pruning and shrubs in need of trimming. These things must wait as the cold damp weather has annoyed my Asthma and I know better than to go outside and begin. If I start with the needed work, I know that hours will pass before I realize that the time has gone by, and I will surely end up in the local Urgent Care or the Emergency Room. Tending to all the living things in my yard is really not work to me, it's relaxing and joyous. I push myself hard when I am tending to my yard babies; I really don't know how to be any other way.
I am hopeful today, as I can feel the warmth creeping in despite the clouded sky. I have felt myself slipping into depression and cling to that hope to pull me out. I not only wish for Spring, I require the light that it brings. I am finding that, as I grow older, the seasons are having a greater impact on my well being.
So now I leave you, my dear friends, with some things to ponder: What season calls to you? Do you crave the feel of snowflakes, or the warmth of the Summer sun? Does your mood mirror the current season?
Much love, light, and positive energy, and brightest blessings to all!
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