Daylight savings time, usually associated with Spring, more hours of being awake, the world renewed, we think all things new and rejuvenated. Here in Florida, the winter months of less sunlight hours only seems to accentuate the additional time in which to view the beauty of this tropical paradise. As with most springtime seasons, the world of "sleeping beauty", Mother nature herself, has opened her delicate eyes, reaching towards the heavens as the rays of warmth radiate forth. She stretches her delicate appendages as grasses turn to emerald green, the redbuds swollen, burst forth and the vivid colors almost seems to splash the earth with a rainbow of colors. Yes, the sights and scents remind us of the beauty that surround us and dazzle every delicate breathe we take. There is nothing more heavenly than the scent of the orange blossoms and gardenias. The delicate sweetness these gorgeous blossoms produce, send honey bees and intricately colored butterflies into a frenzy.
Today's springtime shower, washing away all the remmnants of the yellowish lime green pollen that has coated any and all available surfaces, once again the fresh and new world, is spotless. After a dry warmer winter than normal, the young tender shoots and swollen buds soaking up, almost gulping the refreshing moisture that the ominous storm clouds have produced. A brisk walk in the spring shower, fueled by the southwesterly winds is very invigorating. An umbrella from the heavier downpour is all one needs to enjoy watching the creatures play in the quickly rising pools and swift running streams, instantly created by the over abundance of water on the dry harden grounds. The winds of spring have begun to clean the preserve of the dry rotted mulch left from the leaf drop of the previous autumn season. We can now see the chipmunks, squirrels and little mice emerge, but then so can our favorite hunters, the owls and the osprey. A fine and delicate balance our friend Mother Nature has created, survival of the fittest or at least the fastest!
A good day to sit on the porch, perhaps reading a favorite book or just writing about a bunch of little nothings that we always take for granted. Looking at a rather large Sunday newspaper with its weekly magazine, a small comment catches my eye, Springtime in Paris! Now that fuels the thought process. The trees that line the banks of the Siene must be swollen by now, the blossoms waiting to burst forth. The ornate architecture of each building waiting to be decorated with the multitudes of window boxes, blossoms spilling forth, adding color to the dark and gothic structures that stand guard protesting the secrets of the City of Lights.
Perhaps it is just the spring season that brings this endless amount of energy, but then a certains someone reminds me that is pretty much me, everyday! Perhaps it's just the need to pack so much into my daily life that produces this energy, for sure is not sugar consumption! A walk in the rain, a walk in the sunlight, both produce the same invigorating feelings. I am reminded of a conversation with a friend who has a physical disability, "what I used to take for granted, I now hold closest to my heart. Good, bad or indifferent, rain is rain, but a walk whether in the sunlight, rain or alone, I long for a walk, a long walk!"
Today's springtime shower, washing away all the remmnants of the yellowish lime green pollen that has coated any and all available surfaces, once again the fresh and new world, is spotless. After a dry warmer winter than normal, the young tender shoots and swollen buds soaking up, almost gulping the refreshing moisture that the ominous storm clouds have produced. A brisk walk in the spring shower, fueled by the southwesterly winds is very invigorating. An umbrella from the heavier downpour is all one needs to enjoy watching the creatures play in the quickly rising pools and swift running streams, instantly created by the over abundance of water on the dry harden grounds. The winds of spring have begun to clean the preserve of the dry rotted mulch left from the leaf drop of the previous autumn season. We can now see the chipmunks, squirrels and little mice emerge, but then so can our favorite hunters, the owls and the osprey. A fine and delicate balance our friend Mother Nature has created, survival of the fittest or at least the fastest!
A good day to sit on the porch, perhaps reading a favorite book or just writing about a bunch of little nothings that we always take for granted. Looking at a rather large Sunday newspaper with its weekly magazine, a small comment catches my eye, Springtime in Paris! Now that fuels the thought process. The trees that line the banks of the Siene must be swollen by now, the blossoms waiting to burst forth. The ornate architecture of each building waiting to be decorated with the multitudes of window boxes, blossoms spilling forth, adding color to the dark and gothic structures that stand guard protesting the secrets of the City of Lights.
Perhaps it is just the spring season that brings this endless amount of energy, but then a certains someone reminds me that is pretty much me, everyday! Perhaps it's just the need to pack so much into my daily life that produces this energy, for sure is not sugar consumption! A walk in the rain, a walk in the sunlight, both produce the same invigorating feelings. I am reminded of a conversation with a friend who has a physical disability, "what I used to take for granted, I now hold closest to my heart. Good, bad or indifferent, rain is rain, but a walk whether in the sunlight, rain or alone, I long for a walk, a long walk!"
One of the nicest things about FL rain is a day like yesterday. Light soaking drizzle, warm air, and the pleasure of taking a walk and enjoying all the little things nature has to offer, as you mentioned. I like the way it cleans everything. The plants and trees are so happy after getting a much needed drink of water.
ReplyDeleteWords of wisdom once again from my sage mentor....Reminding me to think of not taking things for granted. I wish your friend could go for a walk. I wish your friend had the joy of having his or her cats follow along as I walked to the mailbox, and around the apartment complex..a through back from when they would follow me on dog walks several years ago...What a simple pleasure.
Patty
One of life's simplest little pleasures and oh how I do love the smell of rain!
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