Nature is spring-cleaning. Getting rid of the cobwebs, blowing the last of the leaves away. Ripping the leftover cornstalks from the field, the loose hairs from my head, blowing anything that is not attached, away.
The wind whipped across the prairie yesterday, holding the door to the school so tightly closed, it took both of my hands to wrench it open.
All of my joints ache with pounding ferocity from the change that lurks all around me. I shiver in my big chair thinking it must be freezing outside. Dressing for the last of winter’s cold blustery days I go out to find it is deceptively warm!
Yesterday’s snow is gone and underneath it are the first green sprouts heralding the earth’s awakening. This is a dangerous time of year as winter and spring battle for supremacy like selfish siblings. I have seen grass, new sprung tulips, even budding plum trees frozen by a rogue frost. Another way of clearing the way I suppose.
Only the hardy survive and I can feel in my bones that I am not one of the best candidates anymore. Still, I love the way I must lean into the wind to walk to my car, cringe at the way the wind slams the door shut nearly missing my hastily withdrawn foot, marvel at the trash flying forty feet in the air!
To be part of something so powerful is exhilarating.
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