Okay, so I at least know enough to realize that I'm in my backyard and not Scotland, but it sure feels likes the old country this morning with chilly temperatures and a steady drizzle. I can't even count how many mornings I woke up and had to walk to class in this, but it doesn't seem right after I was squeezing in 9 holes of golf between my two jobs yesterday in shorts and a t-shirt.
The conclusion this leads me to is that I need to do a better job planning when I come out and sit on my stump. First it's cold, then it's cold, and yet cold again, now it's slightly warmer, but still cold and rainy. Blood seems to obstinately refuse to circulate to my fingers and my butt seems to collect moisture through the towel I've laid on the stump and water drips off my golf umbrella. I'm not embracing the weather, but can you blame me. I can still see my backyard and observe the little bit of green that's been tempted into the blades of grass. I can also see the chunks of yard from my short game practice sessions and I know my dad's going to pissed, but in the scheme of things, I'm the one who takes care of the yard, so who cares?
I'm actually looking forward to being able to cut the grass again and being able to repossess or restake my claim on a world that's been lost to me for a winter. I'm looking forward to re-uniting with my backyard as some life finally gets breath back into it by the warm vitality of spring to come. I want to see the birds and hearing the buzz of the wasps that build their paper combs (minus the honey) underneath the deck railings. I want so much from my yard that's been missing, but more than anything I want to enjoy sitting out here again. For so long it's been laborious and mostly unpleasant to my human weakness to spend time on this stump already greening up with it's Statue of Liberty hued lichens. I know I don't own or control the back yard but I feel as though I've relinquished something comparable between the time I mulched the last of the fallen leaves and a day that still hasn't come yet.
The world is about to open itself up to me and all I can do is sit and wait.
I love the image of you sitting on your stump with a towel, waiting for Spring. I feel cold and uncomfortable just reading your words. You may also be the first person I ever saw who looked forward to cutting their grass. :)
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ReplyDeleteThat is exactly how I feel right now with the constant rainfall in Pittsburgh, and if the sun can stay away then so can I. There's nothing like sleeping in when the rain steadily hits the window :)
I'm slightly afraid of wasps, and last summer, when some made my small porch home, I wanted nothing more than for them to leave; however, I have discovered that I want to hear their buzzing too. The silence of winter really made me miss nature's music. Yesterday, I saw the wasps, and I enjoyed hearing their sounds.
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