Gratitude Sunday: Waiting For Spring

Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.

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Sunday Haiku
Winter blasts wooly
clouds north and south, making way
for balmy spring days.

Sunday Musings
What is the most exciting thing about spring?

Kids and teachers might say spring break. Not everybody gets to have regular breaks from their work every few months, though we might all be healthier if we made sure that happened. No matter. Break or no break one day comes after the next.

Bosses might say it’s spring fever when production can go down and has to be stimulated and inspired by new ideas. No matter. There is always work to do.

Farmers might say birthing and preparation season. New life is good, as in the cycle of things we have to replace what leaves, one way or another. No matter. Like days, the seasons come round each year.

Gardeners might say planting season begins. Other savvy gardeners know planting and harvest can take place year round. No matter. If we didn’t tend the earth, plants would still grow from the soil.

Parents might say recitals, report cards, playoffs, proof their kids did something all year. Pay attention. Your kid is doing it everyday, not just the final note. No matter. With some effort children usually grow up fine.

Sports fans might say NASCAR season. Well, the cars are cool going around and around. No matter. Those who enjoy car racing have fun with it.

Weather forecasters might say it’s because every day is different. Here in the Pacific Northwest we aren’t socked in with snow for weeks on end, and summer can get repetitive when there are few rainy days between the sunny ones. No matter. The weather is the weather whether you like it or not.

Videophiles might say it’s the Academy Awards though the event takes place in late winter, just before spring. They do make a big deal of themselves often to my mystification. Likewise, when I’ve viewed a film I thought was outstanding they made little of. No matter. I’m grateful creative people continue to create.

Writers might say it’s a time to look with new eyes. To record the shade of green moss, to string words together to make the sound of rain in a story in a new way, to breathe in the smell of the new baby you get to hold, to feel the sun or the rain on your skin so you can remember all of that for the next time you sit down to write. No matter. When you sit in front of that blank white piece of paper, the words come or they don’t.

What’s the most exciting thing about spring? We get another one. Full of daffodils, and robins, and squirrel nests, and spring rain storms, and balmy days. Full of plum blossom fragrance, and bees buzzing around them. Full of longer days ripening with possibilities, opportunities, and new growth.

Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – the brilliant yellow faces of daffodils are bouncing around my neighborhood. DSCN2941 Plum blossoms pinkening as they open themselves to bees. DSCN3030 White and red camellias like the queens from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Copy - DSCN3160 DSCN3135 Creamy, pale pink star magnolias. DSCN3193 Rain speckled blue periwinkle. DSCN3134

Current View – Season 3 of Arrow is playing on my screen. Like reading comic books this is escapism fantasy for me. Per the advice of a resident super-hero expert, I am alternating Arrow with season 1 of The Flash as the two series over-lap. It’s interesting to view that way.

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Currently ReadingMemoirs of a Geisha (1997, fiction) by Arthur Golden. I love historical fiction in different cultures. I missed this when it was first published as I was busy finishing college. How does one ever keep up with all the good literature out there? All in a Word: 100 Delightful Excursions into the Uses and Abuses of Words (2010, English language) by Vivian Cook. Author is British writing to an American audience, but does not differentiate. A bit confusing sometimes. Finally finished Brian Jones: The Making of The Rolling Stones (2014, biography) by Paul Trynka. The expected sad ending complete with the exclusion from the band he started and controversy around his death at the age of 27. Yes, concurrently.

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This week I have been grateful for:

  • Getting past another migraine.
  • Lunch out with a friend.
  • Being able to twist into the positions it takes to wax off the winter leg hair harvest.
  • Unique, intelligent, articulate misfits.
  • Having some time to prepare healthful food.
  • A lovely fresh bunch of asparagus.
  • Craving spring vegetables.
  • Garden fresh eggs with bright orange yolks.
  • Finding some information I was curious about and enjoying learning more biology.
  • The heady sweet smell of the freshly mowed county fairgrounds and not being allergic to grass.
  • The break in the rain for my weekly shopping tour even though I love rain.
  • Local farm and feed stores with big signs out front announcing chick arrival dates. My community allows residents to keep chickens in our yards.
  • Loving this late part of winter when spring’s colorful previews are in full view.
  • On-coming spring proving earth’s endurance again, still.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.

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Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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One Response to Gratitude Sunday: Waiting For Spring

  1. piratesorka says:

    One of the sweetest things I had the grace to see in spring was a Squirrel mother and her babies romping about on fresh spring grass. Babies were staying very close to Mama Squirrel, darting a few inches away then dashing back to her. I stood absolutely still as I watched them. I was afraid that i even so much as twitched an eyebrow she would have grabbed them and disappeared into the nearby protective bushes. It was a perfect moment on a sunlit spring day. I think this was one of those “time stood still” occasions.. She even sat up a bit a looked at me…well maybe she didn’t LOOK at me but I felt she did. I took that as a sign for me to quietly back away and go inside.. This event kept me happy the rest of the day. Its been years ago but I remember it all so clearly.

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