As I sit here writing this blog, I’m sitting on my balcony with my two cats. Yes, it’s a little chilly, but I’ve been doing chores so I’m rather warm, and I have a sweater on. The cats like to be out here oblivious to the chill, because they get even closer to those flying things that keep landing on the rail (not nearly as often when we’re out here, thankfully). The cats spend much of their day sitting inside, staring out the window as those cheeky little devils flit here and there, taunting my kittens to come and chase them. Hmmm, I started this line of thought thinking I would talk about the grey skies and the drizzly rain and the chill in the air. Funny how my mind can choose its own path when I’m not in control.
The return to drear is in sharp contrast to the marvelous, sun-shiny Saturday morning weather for our walk in the cemetery. That last resting place was alive with the pitter-pat of walking feet, the chitter-chat of walkers communing, and the oh so gentle whisper of Mother Nature getting ready to flex her abundant wealth. As they say, April showers bring May flowers. How wonderful that we get to watch the process moving from ice and snow, through waking rain and cool, to the rich rewards of Spring blossoms. As we’re told in the walking world, keep your eyes on the horizon.
