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Saturday, Apr. 30, 2016

Gray Matter: Spring

Monday, May 21, 2007

Spring has been a bit late this year.  I can remember a few seasons like this in the past. 

The year (now almost pre-historic) of my high school graduation was one of those.  We nearly froze as we attempted to have our Senior Day picnic in the flimsy shelter house of a park in Fort Dodge.  We got to go all of 25 miles to celebrate our up-coming commencement! (Now I don't want to hear any giggles from my younger friends who go on major class trips these days.)  A few days later snow actually fell on Baccalaureate Sunday and we wore heavy coats over our light dresses en route to Commencement exercises shortly after that. 

In the late '40s there came that infamous Memorial Day Blizzard which others of you "oldsters" may recall.  Remembering all this, I wonder a bit when so-called authorities  blame all of the climatic abnormalities on mankind's activities.  Going truly pre-historic, I still haven't heard them explain the Ice Age, but that's another matter. 

For now, let's look closely at the wonders of this miraculous season of awakening and rebirth.  After the last snow melts revealing welcome hints of green grass each year, soft squishy mud appears for the kids to enjoy.  (I'm speaking from my own childhood memories.  Somehow, I forgot the "soft squishy" appeal when my kids were enjoying it and I was responsible for the clean up.)

Next comes that brief enchanting moment when, if you squint a bit while looking at distant trees or bushes, you catch their first hint of green.  It soon comes out in full when the deciduous trees burst their leaf buds and the evergreens begin revealing new growth.  Each specie of trees performs its own magic in its own unique way, so it's good to take time to appreciate those differences.

Most magical of all are the orchard blossoms.  I still cherish youthful memories of scrambling up to day-dream in a fragrant bower of apple blossoms -- one of my favorite rites of spring !  If you have such trees, encourage children or grandchildren, yours or someone else's, to do just that.  Then there are the wild plum thickets in the fence lines.  They aren't substantial enough for climbing, but you can do a lot of quality meditating sitting beside one in the warm fragrant sunlight.

Thinking of all this, I am amused and sometimes annoyed, by those TV commercials urging viewers to take their youngsters to a distant man-made theme park to create unforgettable family memories.  I'm all for creating memories, but we who are fortunate enough to live in rural Iowa in the spring have only to look around us.  We are surrounded by the makings of magic furnished by our gracious Creator in quantities to last a lifetime. 

I know, for I have been treasuring them all this while, from six to eighty-six, and I urge you and your loved ones do the same !