Monday, March 8, 2010

Spring Makes Me Simple

Well, holy crapoly it's almost noon and although I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off (sorry Bethany) I have gotten absolutely nothing accomplished except a good hour of yoga which is not to be discounted.

My camera's batteries are being charged and although it says it takes fifteen minutes, they lie. And I took a picture of my very own azaleas in my very own yard which has one open blossom down at the very bottom of it like a purple petticoat ruffling out beneath a green dress but you'll just have to take my word for that.

And I feel that way too- like if you could see a picture of my soul right now you would see the ruffles and the lace and the feathers and the wind chime earrings because it is so hard to be depressed or sad when spring is so intent on chasing the cold away, on filling up the air with blossoms and birdsong. As long as I don't think about things like that letter I got from my doctor informing me that I am overdue for everything from a colonoscopy to a mammogram to complete blood work to a pap smear and physical, all is well.

No. I am not going to think about that letter AT ALL!

I am going to think about planting peas, which I am behind on and going to the nursery for plants and the zinnias I'll be planting and getting half a whiskey barrel and Owen and the Bradford pears in the backyard which are starting to put out blossoms which look like cotton balls or maybe tiny bits of cloud, drifted down from on high to balance on the branches. I am going to think about maybe getting to see Lis next week if she can play her cards right and I am going to think about going to the island with my man, my love, maybe, and I am going to think about the kids coming out to dye our very own Easter eggs and painting the garden fence and I am going to think about the fact that somehow I have managed to get myself slightly involved with the upcoming murder mystery at the Opera House- a dream part wherein I will be an audience shill and so do not have lines to memorize and I can go to rehearsals if I want and do not have to go if I'm busy and I'll still get to see everyone. And that makes me so happy.

And I'm thinking about making sopa de lima with chicken and lime juice and garlic and onions to chase away the dregs of this little cold I have in my head and how delicious that will be and how I will taste it and close my eyes and think about the blue sky of Cozumel, the blue/green/teal/violet water and the soft chuckling of it as it comes into shore to dance and swirl in the rocks.

Yes. Those are the things I will think of and now I am going to hang clothes on the line and get ready to go to town to see Owen and Lily and May, and Jessie is here now. Hank! I miss you!

I am thinking of how much I am influenced by the seasons, by the sun, by the air and the green and the pink and the trees and the water, too. I have always thought of myself as so complex, you know. But in all honesty, I am not. The sun shines, the birds sing, the garden grows, I talk to friends, I see my children and grandson and I am happy.

Perhaps I am growing to be a simpler woman as I age and if that is so, then aging may be worthwhile. I will try to tell myself that, at least and perhaps I will even believe it.
I might as well because no matter what, I am not going to stop aging although every spring it would seem that my heart is as young as it ever was, and maybe more so as I grow ever more simple, ever more delighted with the first azaleas, the budding of the buckeye, the feel of my the dirt as I tuck the seeds inside of it.

11 comments:

  1. It's damp, foggy and dreary here this morning. The rain is melting the snow and that means spring is coming but I'm still kind of blue.

    Thank you for sharing your morning. It sound like a lovely day outdoors. Have a good day and enjoy that Owen.

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  2. Lovely purple ruffles. And now I realize that I have been reading you for a year, because when I first found you there was a similar burst of joy for the coming spring.

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  3. That's a good simple to be.

    Not Sarah Palin simple, or George Bush simple. Or simpleton.

    I'm so glad you found a way to get to go to the Opera House anyway - sounds like the best of both worlds.

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  4. I would say focused on what matters as opposed to simple. Unless it's the beautiful simplicity of an Mission Chair, not the disturbing simplicity of the earlier mentioned Ms. Palin.

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  5. oh yes!
    loved your azalia image, perfect perfect. And the last line, feel of the dirt as you tuck in the seeds (well okay, and every word you wrote in between except for the chicken with it's head cut off, so funny as I refuse to use sayings like that, or "kill two birds with one stone" but sometimes they are just right, aren't they? your (sorry Bethany) made me smile, thank you!
    Is it too late for you to start bottle gourds, because I have seeds for you!

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  6. I wouldn't want to think about those things either, Ms. Moon. But we love you so and want you around, so schedule those appointments and get it over with.
    Have fun in town with your dear children, and sweet Owen.

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  7. I miss you, too, mama! I'll see you soon, I'm sure. And did you hear about my new bathroom?

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  8. This reminded me of the first posts I read here too, sun and grass and sweetness - I think it was later in the year but it feels familiar nonetheless :)

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  9. So glad you are having another sunny Springy day. We are having wind and the showers that they have finally blown in, after threatening to all day. At least the weather gave me enough warning to get my wash off the line =o).

    My old fashioned purple iris are threatening to bloom. They are always the first to do so in the spring. I'll post you a picture when they do. Sending soft Spring thoughts to you and all our sweet blogger community from CA. x0x0 N2

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  10. I am so happy that you are feeling happy! Wasn't it just wonderful to be at Lily's today with the babies? Today was the prettiest, happiest day.

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  11. I'm so envious that you can start all that yummy summer planting. We're still 8 weeks away. boo hoo

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