My World Tuesday: Spring Comes
On the first day of spring, there was plenty of skunk cabbage opening to the warmth of the sun. When we came across these wonderful plants, I thought again of the snow and how the crushing weight of the stuff was formidable. The manager of our condo association hired a squad of brave and carefree Albanian men to move the icebergs off our roofs lest they collapse as so many others had. Plows moved snow and moved it again and melted it for good measure. Snow and the dread of more of it consumed our thoughts. Yet, in those places where neurotically self-important humans did not extend their reach, the white stuff melted and life went on. Looking out my back window later in the day, I thought how the very leaves that had not been raked or blown away in the autumn were exactly where they had been way back then. The crushing weight of so many tons of snow and the tread of my daughter, dog, and I did not displace them. Life went on. We and the weathermen merely imagined the drama.
My World Tuesday