When’s Spring coming? If I was in charge there would be no winter. Well, maybe I’d allow it above 6,000 feet but it wouldn’t be allowed near my garden or my heart. To boot, I’d add another sun so we’d have two and then both hemisphere’s could party like it was 1995. Once I got the latitude thing squared around, I’d keep winter at bay and all his friends; hibernation, dormancy, death, resistance, would be ex-nayed too.
What really bugs me is how greedy Winter is. Ill content with an ever expanding percentage of my exterior landscape he makes a power play with his cold, slow growing, everything’s dying on the vine persona. The audacity of this big chill to act as if he has the right to slow down all my dreams and ice over all my plans. I want spring!
It’s one thing to prepare for black diamonds, ready for icy roads and resolve to hibernate for the season. But iced relationships? Dead ends? Frozen dreams? Dormant goals? I really think spirits should be exempt from winter and that hearts should be immersed in never ending spring and summer.
But I’m not in charge. Winter does creep into my heart and soul every once a year or two or three. Sure I could go Yogi Bear and hibernate or take a play out of my plants playbook, and practice hardening but nah. Over the years I’ve learned when winter blows into my soul, to grab the master gardener’s hand, put on my heart warmers and to enjoy the beauty of frozen weeds entangled in barb wire: My Life.
When’s Spring Coming? Loss
Photo By Ashleigh Konopaski