So I've noticed on social media there are a lot of complaints about the weather this spring . . . or is it third winter? Anyway, I thought I'd put in my two cents, since that is what a blog is all about and of course the winter of my procrastination is finally ending.
Aren't the seasons amazing. We get to watch the world around us course through the cycle of life.
Spring is a time of rebirth. The flowers bud, pollen fills the air (and my lungs), tulips and daffodils grace us with their cheerful presence, and the sun peeks out once in a while (amidst the rain showers of Portland, OR).
Summer is the glory of youth and the beauty of young adulthood all rolled in one. We have the sunshiny days that make us want to get out into nature and enjoy the beauty all around us. The leaves on the trees are brilliant shades of green that produce the very air we breathe. Life seems better in the summer. Fuller. Happier.
Autumn is my favorite season. The leaves begin to change, but they still wow us with their glorious colors and the air is crisper. I always feel like fall has this golden glow to it that hangs in the very air, like that last bite of pumpkin pie that rests on your tongue long after you've eaten it. Fall is busy, with school starting, the beginning of the holiday season, and the promise of Christmas. It's also the beginning of the end of the cycle.
Winter becomes the death of the natural phenomena. There is
beauty in seeing a world covered in white like a burial shroud. I love to see the sparkles in the snow as the sun glimmers on the frozen fractals. The cold makes us hurry inside to grasp warm cups of cocoa and sit by the fire (or curled up in a heating blanket). Things can seem a bit bleak in the winter (especially when it doesn't seem to want to end, like this year), but there is the beauty and hope in the world as we see the evergreen trees pointing always heavenward. Winter also brings Christmas and the true reason we retain our hope.
The world is a fantastic place and I'm grateful to be a part of it.