I have a smile on my face, on this cold, dreary, rainy, grey morning. I am thinking of last week’s morning drive down dirt roads, in the sunshine. There was a cold northern breeze that day, that required some light gloves and ear muffs, but I can cope with that if there is good light for photography.
The landscape was still very early spring – not much green except for the winter wheat that was glowing emerald. In this time of early spring I continually scan and strain to see any sign that life is once again emerging from the dormant earth. It is an exciting rite of passage every year that I would miss if we lived permanently in the consistent green of southern Florida. Should I feel guilty over my excitement and anticipation of seeing this emergence of life if I didn’t endure the seemingly endless brutality of this past winter? I’ve decided to have compassion for those who had to endure, but to not stifle my joy with unproductive guilt.
I am longing for some break in the clouds because spring green is exploding this week. When spring comes, it moves very fast so there is no time to waste on grey days.