Late for a meeting, I quickly drove down the driveway and then saw a vision so breathtaking that I stopped the car and stared. A spotlight of sunshine had emerged from a cluster of pastel clouds resting over the eastern mountains to shine directly onto a flowering plum tree in the front yard. As if on stage following a grand performance, the tree displayed its branches, radiant in the morning mist and completely covered with a crown of pure white flowers. I applauded with gratitude. And, for the first time this Spring I noticed the vibrant azaleas were waving tender new fuchsia blossoms in a tribute to a quote by Robin Williams: Spring is nature’s way of saying, “Let’s Party!”
Spring is my favorite season, and I’m grateful to experience another one. At my age, I’ve seen more than I’ll see again, unless I live to be 120 and that’s not likely no matter how often I floss. Springtime at midlife is bittersweet because the world is abundant with rebirth and new growth but it also brings new aches and pains with each rain shower. And, the only new growth I have is the sporadic eruption of more black hairs on my chin.
Recent rains have washed away the new blossoms on the trees, a reminder that the beauty of youth fades quickly. The gorgeous tree in the front yard also is nature’s way of telling me that while I’m dashing around with my overloaded calendar, I’m missing the splendor that I have right here at home. That morning after I saw the sunlit tree, I cancelled my meeting, got another cup of coffee, and sat on the patio to be serenaded by happy songbirds. Knowing that the world still turns without my involvement is good therapy. Thanks, Spring.
Today’s blog was inspired by a 2008 Dunham Trutina from Columbia Valley. Yes, this wine sponsored last week’s blog, too, but it’s that good. Available at A New Vintage Wine Shop for about $28.
