New Season Emerging

Adopt the pace of nature:  her secret is patience.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American poet

My Daffodils are peeking through, and I find myself eagerly awaiting the arrival of Spring! Yes, it will be weeks before these babies bloom and the temperatures stay consistently warm, but now that I see progress, it’s easier to be patient.

I found the following quote in a publication I was reading and decided it was appropriate for ALL of us (but especially those of us trying to write a book!) Have a beautiful Sunday, my friends!

Have patience with all things — but first with yourself. Never confuse your mistakes with your value as a human being. You are a perfectly valuable, creative, worthwhile person simply because you exist. And no amount of triumphs or tribulations can ever change that. — St. Francis de Sales, patron saint of authors, writers, and journalists


A Slice of Spring

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. ~Iris Murdoch, Anglo-Irish novelist

I’ve been putting off as long as I dare the process of buying a new smartphone.

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Nature’s Splendor

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world. ~Virgil A. Kraft, U.S. Methodist minister

Perhaps Nature springs forth her best effort
n what to man might seem an unseemly place
ext to shabby surroundings such glory is
issed by resplendence from above.

Delicate masses of cotton candy blossoms
verlook a small yard in a country town
reeting residents and visitors alike
ith jaw-dropping beauty and grace
nly a pickup truck mars this scene
nly a rather dilapidated working truck
rive it off and let Nature’s splendor unfold!

Note: Another Acrostic poem. Seemed like time for the challenge.

Spring Makes Its Way Back

The great gift of Easter is hope – Christian hope which makes us have that confidence in God, in his ultimate triumph, and in his goodness and love, which nothing can shake. -Basil Hume, English Catholic bishop
Somehow, it seems fitting that Easter comes at the same time nature is waking from a deep winter’s sleep.

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Cheery Cherry

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~Arthur Rubinstein, Polish American classical pianist

Sometimes, we get lucky and find a tree that’s beautiful in all seasons. Such is the case with our Weeping Cherry.

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What Happened to our Summers?

I used to look forward to summer.

When I was a kid, summer meant outside — no vegetating in front of the TV for us!

That long expanse of time between the end of one school year and the beginning of another found us getting together with friends, playing games and jacks, dancing to music. We’d buy frosty milkshakes from the ice cream vendor who scouted the neighborhoods, swim in our city’s pool, and play hours of tennis.

The days were long and sunny. Who cared if they were hot? Just wait around a while and a raging cold front would come through, driving temperatures back into the comfortable range, moistening the ground, pruning a few trees, and wiping away the humidity.

Nights would find us catching fireflies in jars (with holes poked in the lids so the bugs could breathe!). We’d ride our bikes to a friend’s house, play softball in a vacant lot, and enjoy the lingering daylight.

So what happened?

I’m not sure. The Weather Channel hasn’t addressed this, and I haven’t seen anything in our newspaper or on TV or the Internet to explain it.

Somewhere along the line, our weather has changed.

Our summers have become fierce, with tons of rain, violent storms, high temperatures, and unbearable humidity. When cold fronts come through nowadays, like as not they’ll kick our power out, cause the tornado sirens to wail, knock down shade trees, and finally spent, leave destruction, flooding, and more high temps and humidity in their wake.

Spring used to be our stormy season, but its days were short and we were in school. Once spring flew away, the days lengthened into summer, and we raced outside to enjoy every minute.

Hard to enjoy summer anymore.

We’ve had the rainiest June and July on record, I think. As soon as winter’s snow melted, we found ourselves smack-dab in the middle of a season that seems confused whether it’s “spring” or “summer”!

Maybe we’ll just have to look to autumn as our peaceful season from now on.

Spring is finally arriving!

I love Spring!

The world seems new again. The weather moderates, trees and flowers bud and bloom, baby birds fill empty nests, people go outside and reconnect with one another after virtually hibernating for months on end.

Yes, there are thunderstorms and tornadoes — the birth pangs of creation. Yes, there’s wind and rain. But there’s also so much beauty.

Take a look!

Red tulip among yellow daffodils

Blue hyacinths smell yummy!

Magnolia blooms begin to unfold

Yellow daffodils in full splendor