Or, she’s getting ready to. We’ve had unusually warm weather for April. I’m sure the Cubs are thrilled to be playing in warm weather, but the results for some of our plants could be disastrous.
I see that tulips I planted last fall are up and ready to bloom, but today we are supposed to slip into the 50s as a cold front passes, and by the end of the week, we’ll be flirting with freezing weather at night. I hope the tulips can deal with it. They never last long here, so I’d like to have at least ONE season of bloom.
Daily Archives: April 20, 2005
Greening up
This week, while I’ve been away from my blog, Mother Nature has been doing her best to paint our landscape. We’ve had sunny weather well into the 80s with unusually warm nights for April. This morning, as I was having toast, I looked out into the grove, and realized that the shrubs and trees were beginning to blur the outline of the the houses to our west.
During the winter, when the trees are bare, we are very aware of our neighbors. There are six houses along our lot line. From where I’m sitting, I’d guess the houses are about the distance of a football field, or one hundred yards. Our grove is old, and a great deal of it has fallen over the years. We’ve purposely left it wild as cover for wildlife.
I welcome the leaves in the Spring. They give us a sense of privacy you don’t normally have living within the boundaries of a town. The noise is muted and the trees give us a little relief from the afternoon sun.
Despite what Robert Frost had to say in “Mending Wall,” I rather like the barrier my grove gives. Perhaps I’m like the neighbor who is buried in the past, but there are times when privacy is to be cherished.
Could it be a week…
since I last posted? I frequently ponder the passage of time. It seems to me that a good description of time would be a steam roller perched on the edge of a hill. Envision it, as it starts to give in to gravity….moving slowly at first, picking up speed until nothing could stop it on it’s downhill flight. Eventually, it hits the flats and slows, until all the energy of that glorious escape has dissipated.
I wonder if that simile holds true for our lives? As a child, I thought time would never pass. Now, I’m in the downhill stage, with each day flying by, crammed with activity. Will there come a time when I hit the flats and time will once again move more slowly?
I’ve talked with my 88 year old mother about this. She feels that there is never enough time in a day to accomplish everything on her list. The key to the passage of time has to be what we hope to accomplish. Time moved slowly for me as a child because I had not yet discovered the ability to keep myself busy. Now, there’s a never ending list of things to do.
I hope I never return to that stage where I have time on my hands.