It came earlier than usual, and perhaps that’s best. Just as we may all be hunkering down for isolation and social distancing, the season of freedom and rebirth has arrived in the nick of time. There will be much work to be done outside in the yard and garden, and I’m anxious to get started. If the weather cooperates, the main yard clean-up will commence shortly. I’ve already procured 40 lawn bags for the undertaking ~ that’s generally the number I fill each year at this time. Some things are still on schedule and going according to loose plan.
It doesn’t really feel like spring though. We cannot deny the darkness that has seeped into our daily lives, and looking at things through rose-tinted glasses has never been my modus operandi. For now, we’ll simply look at yellow roses and hope that eases the tension and worry. I’ve always counted on beauty to act as a balm upon the anxious mind. Working in the garden helps too, and my general countenance has been a wee bit calmer since I started daily meditation. An ancient adage that people repeat in moments of crisis has been, “May you live in interesting times.” I’ve always hated that saying, and its requisite connotations. I do NOT want to live in interesting times. If I need interest, I’ll create my own. Hell, I’ll create yours. I do not like interest to be forced upon me. Yet here we are, and there’s not much we can do to change the interesting times in which we live. All we can do is meet the next minute with our chosen mindset, focusing on what we need to do to get through it. For now, I choose to look at these yellow roses, to inhale their faint perfume, to sit with myself in a little window of quiet. There is beauty and peace here. There is spring, too.
