When I was a kid, it was summer because swimming and running around like an idiot.
As a teenager it was winter because of the stark beauty of it all. Then I started grooving on fall for roughly the same reason, plus that smell in the air.
I still very much enjoy the fall for that reason, and I appreciate the beauty of winter through windows. But winter hurts now, so it’s only through the window.
But the last few years, I’ve come to appreciate spring. From the early part where you still need a light jacket, but green is starting to burst into the world; to the tail end where warmth is starting to creep earlier and earlier into the day. The wind singing it’s sibilant song through the trees, the birds sweetly pitching woo; even the first sounds of humans tending their yards. It’s a sensory bath that manages to lull my mind into stillness and appreciation the way I used to get while watching leaves skitter in the fall.
I think my favorite part of this spring has been the return of honeysuckle. We had a lot in the area when I was a kid, but it all got killed off. I’ve been smelling it on the breeze this year, though. Finally found the patch where it’s growing, and I’ll hobble my way over to it, chickens in a line behind me, just to take some deep breaths full.
Yeah, spring is where it’s at now that I’m in the autumn of life
It has changed over my life a lot.
When I was a kid, it was summer because swimming and running around like an idiot.
As a teenager it was winter because of the stark beauty of it all. Then I started grooving on fall for roughly the same reason, plus that smell in the air.
I still very much enjoy the fall for that reason, and I appreciate the beauty of winter through windows. But winter hurts now, so it’s only through the window.
But the last few years, I’ve come to appreciate spring. From the early part where you still need a light jacket, but green is starting to burst into the world; to the tail end where warmth is starting to creep earlier and earlier into the day. The wind singing it’s sibilant song through the trees, the birds sweetly pitching woo; even the first sounds of humans tending their yards. It’s a sensory bath that manages to lull my mind into stillness and appreciation the way I used to get while watching leaves skitter in the fall.
I think my favorite part of this spring has been the return of honeysuckle. We had a lot in the area when I was a kid, but it all got killed off. I’ve been smelling it on the breeze this year, though. Finally found the patch where it’s growing, and I’ll hobble my way over to it, chickens in a line behind me, just to take some deep breaths full.
Yeah, spring is where it’s at now that I’m in the autumn of life