Who couldn’t use a little Spring right now?
Like Tigger. “His tops are made of the rubber, his bottom is made of the springs.”
Yes. Spring. But not the boing-y kind. I’m talking about the kind where mysterious flowers begin to sprout up from the ground, and organic life turns from brownish-gray to bright & luscious green. The kind of Spring where the temperatures begin to find a few more numbers, and the days seek out more minutes.
THAT kind of Spring.
Most people who live in the Midwest say they couldn’t do without the change of the seasons. What this really means is: “We are freaking stuck with the throws of gawed-awful Winters, so this is our way of making Californians & Arizonians think it is stupendously great here.”
I for one could do with out the frozen Winter. And most of the frosty Autumn. And the better part of the rainy, chilly, Spring. Yes. Give me the hot & stifling Summer. I could (and would) live in the hot & stifling. Gladly.
And. If I needed to see Fall Colors, I would plan a weekend visit to the Appalachian Mountains. And if I absolutely HAD to see Winter Snow, I would Google it.
I think we might come back to this world, (or this Universe) over and over again. Perhaps I could have been a Wooly Mammoth who froze to death in the last Ice Age. That would explain A LOT.
Of course, that is all unheard of speculation.
But…. one thing I do know is that I am ready for a warm-up. Like a 60 degree warm-up. And some Tigger Springs.
I definitely need some bounce in my tail.
“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn. ― John Muir, The Mountains of California
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
“We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically.” ― Neil deGrasse Tyson