Pondering

I continue pondering the rapid season change.  The trees are leafing out already.  The temperatures have been in the 70s.  People in church this morning seemed to have unearthed their summer clothes.  Easter is three weeks off and I wonder whether all the spring flowers will be gone by then.  Get with the program, I tell myself   So what if you were expecting a more gradual progression?  This year is different.  Still, it is hard for me to go from winter to summer, with spring only a whisper of what it usually is.  I enjoy full spring.  I enjoy watching things come to life more gradually.  If I had not remembered last year*s glorious golden forsythia, I might not have known I had not seen it yet this year.  It is mid-March and it feels like late May.  It feels… odd.  Somehow the light and animals and vegetation are not lined up in familiar order.   I guess I will dig out the summer duds this week.  But I*m not quite ready.

Consider this:

Have you taken your temperature recently?  What do you miss?  This rapid season change helps me remember what I was expecting,  not just expecting seasonal change to progress in a particular way, but  also my expectations of the way things usually are, and therefore the way things should be.  These expectations surely can bog us down, or perhaps help us remember the way things were, and understand better our grief at things being different now, our missing things.  Have you taken your temperature recently?  What do you miss?