There are two kinds of people. Those who are itching to jump back in to real life. And then there’s me.
Things are starting to rev up. My blessedly blank calendar has suddenly blown up with entries. But strangely, I don’t want to put my mask on and go out. I kind of want to put a bag over my head and stay in.
I know what you’re thinking: “But we’ve gotta get going! We lost our whole spring!”
Maybe you did. But I had the best spring ever. Cocooned in, I paid attention to its unfolding like I’ve never done before. Thoreau would be proud of me, I’d like to think.
The snow drops had just begun to bloom in the Park when we left the city. They didn’t know spring had been canceled.
We arrived home to the vestiges of SoCal winter. At that point my brain was still racing around the rat wheel of the crisis at hand, but I did remember to take one quick snap of the tulip magnolias I love so much.
And then everything slowed down in a way it never has before. Spring actually unfurled at a pace that felt like several different seasons simply because I was able to really watch it happen at 1x speed instead of the fast forward we usually live by.
There was my beloved wisteria season.
Then the abundance of citrus season – was this an especially good year for lemons and oranges or have I just never noticed before?
There was the week of the heron, where he graced us with several sightings – and then disappeared.
The wisteria faded but never fear – the jacarandas stepped in with a second chorus of purple.
And some bright astroemeria sang harmony. How is it they’ve eluded me until now?
The spring winds have been coming up and soon there will be more jacaranda petals on the ground than on the trees. I was thinking, okay, that’s the end of it. That’s Lily’s and my signal to get back in the real life groove.
But then, this morning, I stepped out the door to discover that gardenia season has begun! Please don’t make me go anywhere while the gardenias are blooming!
I know it’s sacrilegious, but I don’t really want to go back to fast forwarding through every week just yet. Oh, I’ll get there, I suppose. But in some ways I wouldn’t mind locking in the lockdown. You can all move on to the next news cycle – I’ll stay here on the snooze cycle.
Good luck with it all. Lily and I will be here just watching the clouds go by in the spring night sky…