Ah, spring. One day you’re running barefoot through the grass enjoying the sun on your face… the next you’re sipping a cup of tea whilst wearing wool socks and listening to the steady beat of a cool rain.
I admit I’m a bit impatient for this seesaw weather to pass. And I’m reminding myself every day that in two months’ time it will be hotter than blue blazes and I’ll be wishing for a day with a high of 52 just so I can pick weeds without sweat rolling off me at 10 a.m.
But it’s human nature to wish for sunshine and long happy days always, isn’t it? Well, except for when we’re finished with that, and ready for shorter, darker days and the chance to cozy in.
There’s always a next thing, a coming around the bend thing. Being content with what you have, where you are, in this moment… it’s a hard calling on a frail heart.
We’re anxious to get the ground tilled, the seeds in, the work started. We’re itching to get some duck eggs in the incubator. We’re ready to fall into the rhythm of heading outside at 7 a.m. and not coming back in for good until we’re carrying the dinner dishes back in from the picnic table.
And it’s coming. It is. We just have to wait. Wait… and enjoy a few more lazy Sunday afternoons like this one, spent playing Photosynthesis with the younger kids, and later, Scythe: The Rise of Fenris with the older ones. (Affiliate links.)
In a few short weeks, we’ll trade these good things for different good things. More morning coffee out back, watching the goldfinches dart through the hay. More marveling at the peeking green shoots of plants. More watching the fireflies dance.
But these in-between, rainy day moments are good, too. The laughter. The seemingly endless snacking. The music always floating from some room of the house. The riot of color just outside the windows.
Spring is mid-step, fully here. It’s unfolding just as it ought, with breaths of warm air and cold, one inch forward, one back. How very much like life right now in general, isn’t it? Maybe that’s the perspective I need to hold on to most of all.