You may be calling it a freak of nature, another nail in the coffin of Global Warming, a blip in the gitty-up of evolution. . .regardless how it’s coined, snow in MAY in Northern America is indeed a thief.
Who stole spring you query? Carrying off the crown jewels of nature’s budding beauty, after usurping the fragrant bloom of inspiration, abhorrent weather patterns rallied to throw their best punch last week.
And so, when the uninvited white blanket of winter covered my portion of the American Hood (just after flowers popped sleepy heads through newly thawed ground and fruit trees began to bud) I wrestled with feelings of intrusion and violation.
My patio garden-box seeded with radishes, squash, onions, arugula, spinach (and other April-planted seeds) laid injured under the heavy fists of big-brute snow crystals. I feared the tulips were history. Helplessly standing by as the ready-to-bloom Irises struggled to hold onto life, had me in tears.
Reports of California wild fires consuming everything in their path, while plummeting overnight temps in the southwest sought to freeze out the most fragile of new life, added to the messy shenanigans of weather plaguing our earth. Fear of losing everything, from our food supply to the roofs over our heads, snapped at the heels of even the most-brave.
Our Lady of the seasonal changes has been under much duress lately; a lengthy labor (birthing the new earth), disobedient kids who refuse to grow up (think, a world populated with unaware two year-olds repeating unconscious behavior patterns; thoughtlessly spewing poisonous waste into her body repeatedly) a menopause-like cycle of behemoth hot flashes replicating over and over and over again (her discomfort expressing as scorching fires, unending volcanic erruptions, tsunamis, earthquakes, Herculean winds and abnormal temperatures).
Yet her bounce-back time is nothing short of remarkable. Indeed “Mom E.” is a face card for stretching beyond limits.
So yes. . .her ability to truck through no matter what (the patio flowers survived as did the veggies in the garden box) tells me only one thing; I’ll have what she’s having. . .RESILIENCE straight up!
What are you doing to ride the horse to the finish, despite the conditions. . . even when saddled with unbelievable odds?