Fresh greens
The daffodils are coming! Already. Punxsutawney Phil hasn’t even popped his head up for a look at his shadow, and I am seeing tangible signs of spring. As I ran toward Monkton this morning, I saw them. Not simply the fresh shoots pushing up through the topsoil, but actual golden trumpets. They were in someone’s yard. I wonder if they bought them already in bloom. The shoots along the road are still green, waiting a bit to burst into color. I can’t wait!
Yet, as much as I yearn for spring flowers and the warmth of summer sunshine, this anticipation also harbors a bit of hesitation, as we live out our lives conscious of climate change and its possible effects. It’s hard not to ask oneself these days if what we are experiencing is just a mild winter or a deepening trend toward catastrophic rising world temperatures. I’d be okay with gray rain and icy cold a bit longer, if it meant the world was more in balance and harmony. I’m worried about the bears. I know what it’s like not to get enough sleep.
Today’s run
Distance: 3.7 miles
Time: 36:15
Pace: 9:47 min/mile