Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow’s joy is possible only if today’s makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.
~ Andre Gide
While I was out on my walk this morning I got to wondering why I was finding it so difficult to appreciate the day. It was 17 degrees (F). The sun was the brightest I’ve seen it in ages. Snow and ice were sparkling and twinkling in that bright light.
Had this been a January day, I would have been gushing about how beautiful winter looks in the sunlight and hoping for more snow.
My problem is that my mind believes it should be spring. The birds and plants seem to agree.
The weather, however, does not. The weather, however, will not for at least the next ten days. There is no warm-up in sight.
If you can accept the flow of life and give in to it, you will be accepting what is real. Only when you can accept what is real can you live with it in peace and happiness. The alternative is a struggle that will never end because it is a struggle with the unreal, with a mirage of life instead of life itself.
~ Deepak Chopra
I packed away my snow suit and other gear about two weeks ago. It was an act of desperate optimism. I was trying to will it to be spring. Mother Nature is laughing at me now. That’s okay. I’m laughing with her.
North of us, where M and I like to cross-country ski, they may be getting enough snow for skiing. Mother Nature is giving us the opportunity to get in another round of skiing or sledding or hiking in the snow. Maybe more than one round.
Mother Nature is granting me permission to ignore the asparagus bed that so badly needs weeding. Instead, I can get out and play a little before the warm weather work sets in.
Mother Nature is so wise.
We had some visitors here at Breezy Acres yesterday.
I was happy to see the buzzards. (They’re really turkey vultures but everyone around here calls them buzzards.) There was a dead possum out near the garden and it seemed a shame for it to go to waste. Eventually there were about seven or eight buzzards gathered, and the possum is nowhere to be found today. The buzzards are a good clean-up crew.
Late in the afternoon, while the sun was shining and a snow squall was spitting out big snowflakes, a red fox came by to hunt in the meadow.
She was too far away for me to get a great shot of her, and I had to wait for the snow to let up a bit, but I finally got one in which she’s recognizable as a fox. I watched her for a while. It looked as though she was pretty successful with her hunt, catching mice or moles or voles or whatever little creatures had come out of hiding.
That’s it from here in the wintry Bogs for today. Thank you for visiting, and joining me on a just-after-sunrise walk. I know it was cold, but I learned that a little appreciation can warm things up considerably. Maybe tomorrow we can go play in the snow.
Thank you, too, for following me over to this new place. There won’t be too much more change going on in terms of content. At least not right away. I’m playing with some ideas, but it will be a while before they come to fruition.
Traveler: What kind of weather are we going to have today?
Shepherd: The kind of weather I like.
Traveler: How do you know it will be the kind of weather you like?
Shepherd: Having found out, sir, I cannot always get what I like, I have learned always to like what I get. So I am quite sure we will have the kind of weather I like.
~ Anthony De Mello