"Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here, all simply in the springing of the year." -- Robert Frost
What I've noticed about aging into my fifties is more acceptance for the now, more understanding of the past, and an accute awareness that the future comes so fast that
I'm better off relishing the present.
My mother always said that once Labor Day comes, the 4th of July is here before you know it, and once 4th of July comes, Labor Day is here before you know it. She was in her 50's then, I was 20. She was much wiser than me at the time on the speed of life. But time seems to have sped up so much for me, that I have moments of anxiety and slight depression. People that have been fixtures in my life forever are dying, places I used to go with memories attached are being torn down. I have little conversations in my head, such as,
"...wait, wasn't it just yesterday I was there with my parents? What year was that? Oh my, it was 20 years ago. Could it have been so long ago? I was 32."
So it got me to thinking about spring. I had walked out this morning to go to the barn. It was damp, misty, but warm. It was a 50 degree day that smelled of earth. I analyzed how a 50 degree day in a late Oregon February smells different than a 50 degree day in October.
It always comes, Spring does. It might not come in the same way each year, but it always comes. It never dies, or leaves you, it just evolves into other things, and then returns to you down the road, in its own style. That's why when you see little flowers and buds, it's like seeing old friends again after a long absence. You missed them. You remember how they looked and acted, and smelled so nice of natural perfumes. Oh what a joyous reunion, to greet your old friends!
Where ever you are right now, Spring will get to you too.
