Moved into the new abode just a couple weeks ago. Since then it’s been a steady regimen of cold
and snow and gray and rain; brief and cheerfully sunny afternoons checked by fierce,
cold winds as the long, cold, lonely winter stretched on and on and on.
Until today.
It was that magical day today that happens once every year
when one knows: there’s no turning
back. Days are too long. Buds are swelling. Geese? --paired up, guarding the nest.
Spent an hour or so late in the day today pulling weeds, pruning the dead and damaged, and raking up the litter. Most grateful to be back amongst the ranks of the home owners after four years as renters. Grateful, too, to inherit grounds that have been both planned and maintained by folks ignorant in the arts of landscaping. It’s a beautiful mess. Not a blank slate, more like a PC that needs to be swept clean. It will be a pleasure transforming it into a showcase.
What’s important, tho, was that feeling of Spring. Spring.
My Ma got
Spring. In my high school years in
Warrenton, she and I would “tour the estate” in the afternoons and early
evenings in March and April. For me, wrestling
season was over and there was not yet enough to do on the farm across the road
that demanded my full time labor. For her, home from a long day teaching fourth graders. We would walk around the yard together tracking Spring’s progress—blooming crocus
and then daffodil and forsythia, swelling buds of the maples and dogwoods and
pussy willows, creeping mint and phlox.
It came flooding back in a second this afternoon, along with
the grief of her loss. It’s been over a
decade since she died and a spring never passes without fond memories of our “touring
the estate” together. Tears came this afternoon when I walked by her
portrait. Tears because I miss her
still. Tears because she left us so
suddenly with no warning. Tears because
she’s not here to enjoy what she loved so—Spring.
Death remains a mystery.
Is she in heaven? Did she merge
in with the Oneness? Was her life simply
snuffed out? Where did she go? Does she still enjoy the Spring?
Yes, the tears came. I turned away to hide the tears, stepped to the
window to look out at the back yard. And
at that very same second . . . a deer jumped the fence from the neighbor’s yard
into mine.
Go figure.
