Springtime

I've been missing you, Bloggies. I'm not sure any one of you who I have grown so fond of over the last several years will ever return here in synch with my own lack of posting, probably since I got on facebook again. It's a whole different ballgame but it's not real conducive to me wanting to just sit down and where...whatever comes. If I try and plan a post, it doesn't seem to work out very well. I have not been happy with trying to find a new design for my blog nor can I seem to get it back to the way it used to be ... such is life, eh? (c'est la vie, oui?--I love saying that ;oD)

Today was not even 60 degrees. But the sun was out in all its glory and it makes such a difference in our moods, doesn't it? There were times in the past when springtime seemed bleak to me, after my folks died, for instance, at the end of March '86 and '93. Just then the newness of the greenery all around me and the flowers blooming weren't interesting to me, I only felt the cold and dark. It has been a long time since I felt that way, but I remember it ... perhaps it is because this spring has been the harshest in its coldness and rain ... snowed really late (and hoping for no snow in May--something I do NOT remember, but hey, it is Michigan!) It's been gloomy and cloudy and tornado-y and did I say gloomy?

Well, the sun came out and the flowers are blooming and the grass is so high most birds and even the mallards that bitched and moaned in the yard today were practically totally covered in grass. There were 3 males and 1 female ... she was bitching the most so I think I know what was going on there, eh? I also saw two rabbits flying around the neighborhood, one chasing the other really fast and far ... made me glad Tuffy Boy was sleeping in the garage! I can only imagine what was going on with the bunnies, eh?? ;oD

I also look down in the property of just under 2 acres of wildness mostly and see so many, many very tall trees fallen over like pick-up-stix ... right in the biggest growth of wild roses, our fortress against hoodlums who like to machete their way through the "woods". One thing I can say, though, is that those wild roses are a constant ... like the grapevines and cedars ... the lilies and irises in the garden pond, and those wild roses have the most heavenly smell when they are in their short-term bloom. And I can't tell you enough how gaw-jus and heady the scents are when I sit in my McIntosh apple tree dad planted when I was a kid ... and the pear trees and golden delicious. The orioles and tanagers get up in them and sing so melodiously and eat the blossoms and nectar ... and if I'm blessed enough, I will get even one opportunity to hide in that tree with the huge canopy and those birds will not know I'm there, but I will call out to them from learning their whistles and know a certain peace that is hard to come by in the winter ... and this winter has lasted too long ... and I welcome wholeheartedly this most precious of springtimes when there is possibility everywhere, even if it takes lots of hard work and doesn't come for free, it is a time when we are all witnesses to Life ... on this, our Home, our Mother Earth.

Highest and best blessings to you, my Bloggies ... I miss you and hope to hear from you soon and read your posts. You are important to me!

Much love,

Your SisSTAR

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