I don't base this statement on the Gregorian calendar, or Equinox
celebrations, or some silly rodent in Pennsylvania, or the Farmer's
Almanac. I base it on the warmth of the day. The cool of the evening.
But just now, Nature decided to set her own marker. The sky is lit up
by the great arc. The clouds are alive again. A billion watts of
static electricity are the form the alarm clock takes. Nature has
spoken. It is time for her children to wake.
As is her way, she does not merely scold. The thunder marks the
coming of rain. It is light and short lived. Just a precursor to the
season. Enough to give the first buds their start, nothing more for
now. There is plenty of time.
We mark the date as the first of April. My sisters were born on
this date. The Romans marked it as the start of their year. It is
celebrated as a day of jocularity although the origin of the holiday
escapes me.
I have been quite anxious for the beginning of Spring this year.
The winter was very mild but something within me longed for the return
of green. My life has been filled with anticipation recently. I sit,
expectant. It is not usually my way. But I have had the feeling that
something is coming for some time now. I have to remind myself to live
in the now. Three months have already drawn to a close. Another storm
has passed. Another day has passed...
It may be time to stop and smell the roses. Now that spring is here, there will be plenty of opportunities to do so.
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