Puddles of Daffodils
It’s sunny today, a welcome change after a weekend of
pouring rain. The ground remembers, however. It is wet, wet, wet. Mud puddles
are everywhere. The grass is sopping, the bushes soaked. Between the recently
melted snow and the consistent rain, the earth doesn’t seem able to absorb any
more.
Although it is inconvenient, there is reason for this
madness. April showers will bring May flowers - even if so much of the rain
came in March. The water loosens the soil, making it easier for roots to dig in
and gives plants nutrition for a good start. The daffodils seem to agree. They
are already pushing up through the puddles, reaching for the sun. They are
happy to greet another Spring; the crocuses have bloomed already.
So while we squish around on the saturated ground, putting
corn gluten on the lawn to control weeds, cleaning the vegetable patch from
last summer’s stalks, and digging new plots for anticipated plantings, it’s
good to remember that each season has its own character. And why not? Nothing
is static in our world, not even us. Some of us like the snow while others bask
in the heat of summer. We don’t all plant the same flowers, if we plant at all,
or the same veggies. We all like different foods, read a variety of books, have
a diversity of jobs. Nature expresses itself in its own way, and so do we. If
the weather isn’t our favorite, all we need is a little patience - Nature will get around to a new season.
Soon there will be puddles of daffodils.
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