Yesterday…was just a perfect day…at least from Mother Nature’s standpoint…she got to show off some of her finest…
Okay…I admit…I did whine a bit…okay…a lot…when I first got up…because it was still so dark outside…but…honestly…that was the only time…
Here’s how it went…
With my last cup of coffee in hand…I stepped out for a bit of fresh air…facing…due south…and…the waning moon…the sky was exquisitely clear…and even in the darkness…from the moonlight…I could tell that the trees were leafing…not in full leaf…but…the outlined tips…were fuzzy against the sky…
You’ll be proud of me…I stood there…savoring…for several minutes…
Quickly it was time to leave for work…and to my surprise…my drive was blanketed…in a heavy fog…I had to wonder…where it came from…and how was it…that it wasn’t at my back door…mere minutes before…and yet…it engulfed me as I drove…then…becoming thinner…and wispier…giving way to a delightful sunrise…just as I arrived at work…
Sunshine…streamed through the windows…tweaking children’s cheeks…bringing thoughts of bicycles…and tag…and spring break…warm…sunny…spirits and skies…
Clouds started collecting on the way home…one here…one there…until…by dinner time…the sky was gray…sullen…streaks of lightning…claps of thunder…speaking of rain to come…
Mesmerized by the time just before a thunderstorm…I found myself sitting in Granny’s rocker…the air was so still…until…it turned…just before the rain…I love the magic…of…feeling the wind shift…the temperature drop…smelling the rain before it arrives…counting the seconds between…flash…and…clash…
The rain…came…as a deluge…blowing…washing…no longer safe in Granny’s rocker…I made my way inside…in time to see the hail through the window…tiny…white peas…scattered amongst my grass…fairy-sized Easter hunt…
It was then that I saw her…Bertha…unaffected by the elements…dancing…amongst her flamingos…rain streaming down her red hair…and…she…tossing ice pellets…twirling…celebrating…life is good…no matter the weather…
And…in my heart…I joined her…
Jane
Amazing how things change from moment to moment or hour to hour. It's all about how we look at the change and how we deal with it. Hope Bertha didn't have her highest heels on while dancing!!
ReplyDeleteArlene...I know you are familiar with the saying in the South...if you don't like the weather...don't worry...it's changing...and...honestly...Bertha would say that it's a lot like life...then...she'd hit me with a skillet...
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