The rhubarb is up.
I've been chasing my thoughts around all morning, as if they are sent fluttering in the wind we are experiencing. I have so much on my mind, but I think for now many of my thoughts need to remain out to pasture. They need time to formulate, percolate, animate.
For some reason my coffee tastes better this morning, the first sip sent a flavor burst right to my brain. Don't you love it when an everyday experience has a brief moment of exceptional?
We are experiencing a reluctant spring. The grass is green, the flowers are emerging from the earth, where they slumbered the winter away. The lilac is blooming, the apple tree is in blossom. All this is spring, but it persists in remaining cool and overcast. The rain that hangs in the air passes us over, leading me to fear that once again we will have a dry summer. The horses stare over the fence to the grass beyond. They turn to look at me with quizzical faces, wondering why they stand in a square of dirt when there is lovely green on the other side. The pasture grass has been slow coming. The lawn grows heartily, but the pasture is almost dormant. How do you tell a horse you are sorry.
A friend of mine is off to Montana to attend a bucking horse sale. It's a big festival and she attends as often as she can. I think this is an odd occupation and I don't believe I would care for any of it. But she loves it and has a great time. Further evidence that one person's pleasure is an other's displeasure. I think this is the stuff life is made of and we would often benefit from at least peeking into someone else's interests. I'll never be a fan of a Montana bucking horse sale and all that goes with it, but I can listen to the excitement in a friend's voice as she talks about her adventure and accept differences. I think this means I may be growing up.
I wonder if the earth has accelerated its spinning, as time seems to be moving so swiftly. I can't seem to hold onto it, it simply flies through my fingers as I watch it unravel and disappear. I need to take time more seriously, not waste it as has been my habit. I need to view time as a valuable commodity, something to be savored and used wisely. Which leads me to wonder, is clicking away at a keyboard a constructive use of my waning time? Perhaps.
Since I was on the subject of time, I see how much has passed since I started this clickety-clack of keys. Too much time has passed, I have things to do in the here and now that cannot wait. Enjoy the day, make use of your time, and stop to marvel for a moment at wonder of it all.