Winter has shaken off its icy grip here in the Pacific Northwest, and purple crocus are showing off their new satiny petals. Color has returned, and am I ever glad!
Every season ushers in something to appreciate. Winter this year gave me time to reflect. I bought a new journal and a blue gel pen. I cleaned a couple of closets. Donated excess. Helped a team start a Good News Club at a local elementary school on their early-release day. Learned the basics of painting with acrylics just for the fun of it.
Spring is waving goodbye to Winter, and I’ve been cleaning up the ugly flowerbeds, which are littered with old blackened plant debris. I’m one who never cuts back the plants from the prior growing season, because birds congegrate to peck at the seed pods throughout the colder months. Come Spring, I tug at the old while daydreaming of the new–what I’d like to plant for spring and summer.
It’s a constant battle between letting my faithful perennials just do their usual thing or listening to the voice inside my head that asks, But wouldn’t new annuals brighten things up? Home Depot’s nursery always wins.
Seasons change, and so does life. I’m ashamed to admit that I hate goal-setting. Always have. Rigid goals (for me, at least) don’t leave room for the unexpected. I love what I’ve come to know as God moments. Unexpected meetings with someone who needs help. Conversations in a store line that connects me to another human being with similar interests. Time to think and read and ponder the beauty of nature. I’m in my sixth decade of life, which allows me to ponder more and work less, and for that I’m thankful.
This season will usher in reasons to celebrate as well as inevitable new challenges. That’s life. I’m looking forward to playing in the dirt, tugging weeds (yes, really), and watching my perennials color my world again.
What are you looking forward to most this Spring?