Thinking Green, but Settling for a Thick, Unending Carpet of White
I've decided to take the leap and join the rest of the Slicers out there, and join their mission to sprinkle story slices around the blogosphere! I am no stranger to blogging, like many of the rest of the Slicers, I am followed around by a tribe of ten year olds for 180 days each year. I love my job, my kids, my hometown, and most of all I love my family...even though we are spread out across the United States.
Today, I'm thinking green, regardless of what I'm seeing outside my window! My nephew visited with his beautiful wife and three gorgeous kids, and while I watched them out in my own backyard, halfway up to their waists swimming in the layers of cold white powder, something inside me was in flashback mode. I caught myself picturing them out there on another day, surrounded by greenery, rolling down the hillside and climbing my dogwood tree.
Springtime in Newtown!
I blinked and a beautiful cathedral, the back trail at Fairfield Hills came to mind, I could feel the warmth of the sun, see the dappled pavement, and just about reach up and touch the tip of those green leaves at the top of those newly minted trees! My dog was off leash, chasing the sights and smells of spring.
And then...I blinked again, and reality--the grim sight of those white flakes falling endlessly from the sky. And just when I started to flip the switch to absolute dread, I heard it--the sound of laughter, and glee, and pure silliness out there in my yard.
It was then I realized they weren't seeing the snow in the same way I was. There was no dread. They were happy and amazed and filled with absolute joy.
Hope springs eternal...as Grandma used to say. And hope comes in many forms. The fiddleheads will appear, and the peepers will raise their voices in a mere few weeks. For now, I'm doing all I can to just hang on and remember, underneath all this white, a whole new world of green is getting ready to unfold! But today, it's not the green or the white, but the sound of that raucous, giggly laughter that lifts me up and gives me back that silly feeling of pure glee!
5 comments:
It seems so many of us are trying to get through the cold with thoughts of warmer weather! Thankful to slicing to give us something fun to focus on!
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Thanks for stopping by...what a great way to get through the last of this crazy winter of 2015!
I love how you slice changed as you wrote...from the longing for spring in your voice to the contentment and delight as you welcomed the snow with the joy of a child! What a beautiful piece! I felt as though I could see through the window with you.
And boy what a beautiful window it is, Katy! Newtown in springtime...like a slice of heaven for sure!
I love your anticipation to spring--- my feelings, exactly. But I also love how you see the kids enjoying something we are so tired of already!
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