After a great week of early morning
dog walks, winter chose today to remind me that he wasn’t going to leave
quietly. It was
cold! Having to get up and on the road an hour earlier probably didn’t help
either, but at least one of my dogs will never accept the notion that something
as common as weather could cancel her scheduled expedition. Makes sense to me
and it also makes me wonder how many people are killed every year sitting on
the toilet when the tornado strikes! “Didn’t
hear a thing” the survivor says as the television camera surveys his
demolished home, “you know that fan is
really loud, but it saved my life this time”.
I’ll stop here with the endless
string of bathroom humor that flows through my head daily and talk about what I
had planned. Spring is
on the way! My neighbor’s Bradford Pear trees are the perfect yardstick to
measure the season’s progression and they are the topic of our conversation each
morning as the dogs lead us down the street. One would think that after fifty
one years of watching the changing seasons the fascination would have faded,
but for me it has not. A few cold January mornings may have tested my resolve,
but deep down I knew it was just a matter of time before warm weather arrived,
and so far, it always has.
Spring is not my true season, no, I
prefer summer. The
hotter the better! Trust me when I say that I’m not trying to convert you, I
understand that we all have our preferred weather conditions, mine just happens
to include sweat and biting insects. We all have our seasons.
I’m told that the earth spins and
tilts on a predictable basis. Sometimes we are close to the fire and sometimes we are
further away; we face the light during the day and we turn our back on it at
night. We go through the motions with the understanding that, like it or not,
the current conditions will change. If you happen to be in your season, enjoy!
If you are simply enduring your present conditions, understand that change is
just a season away.
