Sic transit

© harrington

Yesterday, frost crept up the storm windows, again. A light coating of hoar frost glittered on the trees. Overnight temperatures drop to single digits. Daytimes aren't quite making it above freezing, although the sun's strength plus dark roads, soil or shingles shrinks snow and ice cover. The roof edge is decorated with suspense after suspense of icicles, glistening in the sun. Sun rise now occurs in the middle of the study's east-facing window, not at the southern, right hand, edge. By June it will be rising at the left hand, northern, edge. As the sun transits the sky from south to north, so Spring becomes Summer. Wildflowers bloom and fade. Hatchlings grow and fledge. Do you notice any of this as you live your life? If you're visiting here, the answer is probably yes. So I ask you, how can we help those who are missing the day to day wonders and pleasures of living in our Minnesota, because they are focused on "more important" things? There's a saying I came across many years ago to the effect that "no one on their deathbed ever wished they'd spent more time at the office." Ahead of us is a Spring season that can be full of flowers, rebirth, growth, regeneration and restoration. Kids, lambs, calves, colts, chicks, kittens, puppies, children, friends and loved ones are there whether we notice them or not. But, and it's a huge but, if we don't notice them we won't take pleasure in them. Love is not an abstract emotion. It's immediate, real, very soft and very, very hard. Long, long ago, on a blog site far, far away, I found some advice that I'm beginning to finally follow. Click the link, follow the advice (a request, not a command), and come back again to share some more Spring in My Minnesota. THE LINK (Oh, and Happy Birthday! to my better half; may this Spring weave you the sunshine.)