Things have been busy lately. The thoughts, dreams, and ideas have not slowed down. Like a pot roast in a crockpot they continue to slowly reach perfection, or at least to an edible eatable point. However, today offers a bit of a respite to the hustle and bustle, a chance to slow down and reflect, commune, and rest.
The nature of my work lends itself to laboring entirely outside. This gives me the opportunity to see the seasons change firsthand. I get to watch the thunderstorms roll in from miles away and plants bloom underfoot. The grass lengthens as the days grow longer. Wild weather swings cause us at work to monitor our weather apps closely and wishing for the best. The ground softens and digging becomes easier, and more muddy.
Spring is my favorite season. As a Christian, the parallels to resurrection and new life are abundant. The world wakes from it wintry slumber and takes off at a sprint. One day there is grey and cold and the next the world booms with green and yellows. The forsythias are my favorite. They stand at stark contrast to the grey and green with their golden blooms. They seem to get brighter and brighter as spring progresses. And then, they collectively decide to change to green in anticipation for summer.
This spring brings anew its own unique joys. My son is old enough to appreciate flowers, bugs, birds, wind, and a host of other things that he finds as oddities to his life. To see and feel his excitement at going outside has been a supreme joy. And to feel that joy turn to near aggravation as he begins to incessantly only want to go outside. Which in turn brings its own reflection on fatherhood. However, I love that he loves the out-of-doors. And I cannot wait for fairer weather, so that I can take him outside with me and show him his world.
Walks, runs, yard work, and picnics are all things that bloom into being as spring arrives. Our family sprouts from its dormant shell of the house where we laid low for the winter. And like the animals and plants, we step outside and breathe the fresh spring air. Plans turn to action as everyone seems to be rejuvenated.
This Fair Dandelion
I held a flower For an hour Much to my displeasure For in my hand This fair dandelion Was a piece of earth’s treasure
What sort of things do you wait for Spring to come before you do them?
Comment below what you do! I would love to read about them!