I can't hold back Spring ...

Or Life either. For all I love Winter, it is the ... pause ... that is most dear. The quietude. The peacefulness, actually ... the now. Yes, I love watching the storms roll in and barrel their way across the landscape from the windows, but note, it is watching the storms that I love. Observing. Seeing. The marvelous and ever-changing view neither requires nor asks any action on my part.

Especially if the weather outside is frightful, I sit inside and simply enjoy the view and the passing of time. A most delicious day is one spent by the fireplace with good music and good books and a view of the roiling storms passing through, expending their fury on the lands surrounding. A good companion or two make the passing time even more enjoyable, and these are the moments that are most wondrous for me. Comforting and satisfying to my soul.

The world and the weather simply move on by, and unless I need to repair damage to something, I am unaffected by them except for the pleasure they provide me. Add a glass of fine liquid, say fresh coffee mixed to my taste, a single-malt Scotch, or glass of Merlot and the passing of time is heavenly. And again, peaceful.

But now, Spring comes. And with it, Busy-ness. Hecticity. Action. Things need doing. So many things need doing ... there's Growth everywhere, much of which needs controlling, like the grass and the fruit trees wanting to sprout new limbs EVERYWHERE ... and so much action is required of me. I can't merely sit and watch, as to keep my lands and buildings looking well and being well I must become very active. There's so much to do.

Life is so busy. So not-peaceful. So exuberant and un-controlled and so often, un-expected. Spring flings us into the pell-mell rush of summer, with all its excesses. Its newness. Just as I get comfortable with the now it is gone, never to come again. It bounces me back and forth and forces me to venture OUT.

THERE. Where the unexpected and the new play and frolic while awaiting their favorite game, the ambush of the quietude and the peace of the pause.

I can't hold back Spring, of course, any more than I can hold back Life. Why all this rush to the future? What's wrong with ... now? Ever must I steel myself for the ongoing rush of Life when Spring comes a'calling. It's that time again ... to put away the joy and comfort of Peace, and brace myself for the brash bruising that is Spring and Summer. For another year.