I always thought, if I lost my way, the seasons would guide me. They have some secret code with mother nature. The seasons chat with the moon and as the moon circles the earth, it reminds her how to shift and change.
Now I wonder if we have done so much damage to our earth, taken her so for granted, that we have interrupted that secret language and disturbed her natural rhythms. I don't know how else to make sense of freezing temperatures and snow in the south while we got 70s, sunshine, and blossoms here in Northern California.
That would be 70s, sunshine, and blossoms, followed immediately and suddenly by rain, wind, dropping temperatures, and hail here in Northern California. Hail and wind that knocked so many blossoms off those confused trees, that it looked like snow.
My senses were full this week. A little hint of spring, a reminder of winter, and a little celebration of love.
hearing rain and hail, pounding on everything they touched.
seeing 20 first graders, who had lined up for recess, jumping with glee and excitement at the sight of hail unleash in front of them. a full moon. a variety of creative, kid-made valentines.
smelling the air after many rains. fresh straw in the chicken coop.
tasting gluten free ginger snaps. chard. red wine.
feeling the warm cuddles of two kiddos home for extra days this week. snuggling with my best friend (aka Mike).
Wishing you a very lovely (and hopefully long) weekend ahead!