Dreary Spring

Cold, Rainy, Drizzle, Foggy days sprinkled in between Sunny, Bright, Blustery Days that pass rapidly.

This is still the best Spring ever.

No matter what the weather has been like, I vote yes to it.

I think back to past Springs and how they were. Time has such a way of whizzing by. I found myself wishing for days to pass so rapidly. I have always tried to be happy where I am, to bloom where I am planted.

Only during the past few years has this become difficult to do.

I suppose it is a normal aging progression, but that did not make it any easier to get through.

I have fond memories of Springs past. Time of renewal. New Birth.
The Earth coming to life again after a Winter of lying dormant.

Children finally able to run outside and play and have fun without coats and snow and mud. Ok, the mud is still there, but bearable.

I think of my Heritage and the Great Grandparents and decided that a bit of cleaning and scrubbing is nothing compared to how and what they survived.

Little girl giggles while they slide down the slide in our yard.
Puppy squiggles and wriggles and the girls chasing the puppy around the tree.

The first time the kiddie pool gets filled with water.
Daffodils crawling up out of a musty smelling depth and
reaching for the sun.

I learned one time at a nature meeting about the wild flowers
and weeds that are edible. I fried Dandelions in egg and flour batter a few Springs after that class. My Daughters loved having them and would ask me when they saw them bloom the first time when we could cook them.

The many times I was given a hand picked Dandelion bouquet...you
could not ask for better flowers, not even a Dozen Roses compares to the look of love in the eyes of the ones giving that gift to me.

Looking back and remembering those days is a joy to me.
A true gift.

I see how blessed I am. I am loved. I am more than I could ever have been alone. I am my Children, they are me.

They still phone me often. I still phone them too. We connect.
Now they are starting their own families. Spring if full of busy, hurried tasks and they are now the ones going outside and playing with children and watching them get muddy and possibly pick Dandelion bouquets for their Mommies.

It is a time of renewal for all of us. I can recall and record
times when they were growing so that when their own children ask,
they can ask Gramma Kate "What was my Mommie like when she was little?"

I will be there to tell them of the wonderful times we had in Spring. How we went Camping and each pet the girls had.
How we went to pick up our long loved puppy Moki, who was born in early Spring. How we used to go to the park and what their favorite cool Drink was.

Yes, this is definately the best Spring ever.
Every Spring is.

Hugs my Dear Friends,

Katie