So sayeth Frank Loesser, master songwriter and very early prognosticator of climate change…
In response to the fact of those words, those in the Northeastern part of the country in downturned grimace, would reply, “Duh!! You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that. I’m still wearing my long johns. My boots haven’t left my feet. My rain hat hasn’t left my head.”
We are all looking somewhere over the rainbow for a warm, dry, light at the end of the tunnel.
I am hopefully going to supply that for you.
Yesterday, as the rains continued to come, and the cold continued to chill my bones, I forced myself to walk around the garden. Pretending the rain had stopped, I sat down on a nearby bench. The bench was in front of a large cedar bush. As I sat down, I was attacked by a robin… well, not exactly attacked, but rather aggressively buzzed around. Scared me silly. Why was this bird attacking me?
This photo will explain the why….
With or without my will and my way, this photo of new life hiding in the bushes, if I do not get in its way, this beauty of Spring birth and life itself goes on. It happened in the cold and the rain. It happened with climate changers, yay and nay.
Mrs. Robin didn’t ask to inhabit the bush in my garden. She didn’t sign a lease. She just moved in.
So, in truth, I had absolutely nothing to do with this event. For being a platinum card control freak this was a great relief. I don’t have to feed them. I don’t have to babysit.
I can sit in my garden, away from the cedar bush of course, in the rain or shine, cold or warm, and know in some immutable way, life goes on… and it happened when I wasn’t even looking!
In profound surprise, humility, and love…. Sally-Jane