...I'm not a fan.
Despite the fact I know we will always have snow in April, I find myself rather petulant when it actually occurs. And, no, we haven't had it as bad as some places, but I'm not in some places, I'm right here and I don't. want. anymore. snow. See, petulance.
We also had Big Wind earlier in the week. Thankfully no major damage, just the helpful dislodging of an old antenna that was dangling in an unsightly manner since the last Big Wind. But it was the sort of wind that makes me nervous to be among the trees. Especially the Whiskery Old Ash which has a history of dropping large limbs without provocation.
I tried to take a photograph of a blue heron the other day, with my handy dandy zoom lens. Unfortunately, wildlife has the inconsiderate habit of not holding still while I switch my lenses and then attempt to creep out the back door in a state of nonchalance. The ravens have done that to me repeatedly. I fear the only solution is to find myself a spot and stay there, hoping that something of interest will come by. Which sounds distressingly like my few and far between experiences of school dances.
Not sure how that crept in there. I'm all about the stream of consciousness today.
I tell a lie, I do know why it crept in.
I've been ruminating upon my angst-ridden teenage years (because navel-gazing introspection is one of my super-powers)...and most of my twenties, now that I think about it....and reflecting upon how, given my natural inclination towards darkness and shadow-dwelling, combined with my highly sensitive INFJ-ness, that without having spent so much time outdoors, most often in the company of horses, it's entirely likely things might have gone very differently (and not in a good way) for me. Did that sentence even make sense? It's a bit unwieldy, sorry.
And now, in the thick of caring for my girl, I'm learning so much about the benefits of spending time in nature -- and the great detriment of not spending enough -- and wondering how much of the brokenness of our world can be laid at the feet of nature-disconnect. Of course, I believe that much, if not all, of it can be blamed on nature-disconnect, I just don't have the statistics to back it up.
The statistics probably don't actually exist in great numbers as it would be very upsetting to have to tell people that their dependence upon devices is slowly eroding their souls. *snark*
And why, I wonder, have we not, in the course of her treatment/therapy so far, been encouraged to get her outdoors as much as possible? (Which I do anyway -- we walk outside every day, whether she wants to or not :) And there'll be even more 'nature therapy' once the fecking weather co-operates)
Something to ponder, yes?
I fully realize that I'm preaching to the choir here, but I'm finding myself to be moved beyond merely commenting-in-passing, into the realm of evangelism over this particular issue.
Every year I lose the argument with myself that insists I WILL NOT buy supermarket/florist flowers for the house. As we earth-conscious types are well aware, they can be a source of great evil in both cultivation and husbandry. There are a sum total of ZERO organic/sustainable florists/growers nearby for me to buy from.
I held out a long time this year, mostly because the price of supermarket/florist flowers is eyewateringly obscene but then I gave in to myself when I saw pots of bulbs for a very reasonable $4.99 in my favourite not-fancy grocery store. I figure pots of unsprouted bulbs must be fairly low on evil influence. Although, I may very well be wrong about that, too. I got some hyacinths and these jonquils to keep in the girl-child's bedroom. She's spending a lot of time in there -- crawling back into bed to decompress/manage her emotions safely -- so I wanted there to always be reminders of the beautiful things in the world, for her to see.
These are the things worth living for, yes?
Anyway, all else aside, when winter is this long, I need some semblance of the bright-and-jolly, lest all will to believe that spring will come is destroyed with yet another dire forecast. (possible ice-storm this weekend! my joy knows no bounds!).
Spring is coming.
So I'm told. ;)