Today it’s raining. I don’t mind the rain in general. Being that I’ve lived in the desert for the majority of my adult life, I’ve learned to appreciate the rain, as it can be infrequent. Rain is refreshing, cooling, life giving. I always know that when it rains, the flowers will follow shortly after.
This has been a long and rather cold winter with plenty of snow. I’ve been cooped up inside too much. I haven’t been able to hike as much as I’d like, and haven’t touched my bike in months. But I try to remember that the snow does what the rain would, feeding and nourishing the earth with the moistness of life, and more importantly allowing for rest.
Most of my friends from the southwest are now commenting on how their plants are growing, flowers are blooming and the cycle of life is beginning again. I too feel the stirrings here, farther north, but we’re a bit behind. Whereas flowers are blooming in the