Spring Fever
For some time now, I have realized that there are three things that make me happy, and they are:
* Hearing birds sing.
* Having windows open.
* Being able to hang washed clothes outside on the line.
All of these, of course, are signs of spring.
Sometimes I have desired to live in a perfect climate all year round, no freezing winters and no boiling summers. Actually, I lived in California for seven years -- in San Francisco (loved it) and Sacramento (where summers were boiling, however). When spring arrived, there wasn’t the contrast, and, so, well, spring was just another day.
But when you live in New England or Iowa and such, the time comes when you just can’t stand one more day of the cold and barrenness of winter – and then spring does come, and, ahh, there is nothing so sweet. No other joy can equal how you feel when spring has sprung! Spring is here, and you rush out to meet it. It’s like a miracle to just go out the door without a coat and boots, and then find the sun beaming at you.
Spring in Iowa is a mixed blessing, because when everything melts, you have mud everywhere. Iowa mud. Allan, the host of the Bridging Heaven and Earth TV Shows who lives in perfect weather all year round in Santa Barbara, California, dubbed where I live Mudville. When he calls, he usually asks, “How is everything in Mudville?
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Here we are going into Winter, but windows en doors open all year, lots of Rain the last 2 month but I see so much green.and we have bananas growing all year. We get enough sunshine to heat the water via our solar panels. I would ask you all to send some rain to the catchment area for the southern part of Australia were people are restricted in water usage,No watering gardens and no Car washes. each household restricted in their water usage 2 min. showers etc. Please help me to get some water there in the Dams. We as one can do it, thank you all. Our new chihuahua puppy has just done his job inside so the retired ships Captain can now clean up after the doggy, other than that he is a delight. see you later Love and light. Jack
Reveries about Trees
There's something about trees that I can't quite put my finger on. They seem to me to be magical of sorts. I love all trees, it's like I have a separate story for different trees I've loved. Pine trees, pecan trees, palm trees, magnolia trees...the list goes on. I had a friend that was a lit professor. One day I blurted out, unpremeditated...I was as surprised as the friend: Do you think that maybe the paper from trees that writers write on sort of discloses to them what to write? That's a strange thought, although it persisted as a topic of our conversation occasionally.