“Little brook! Little brook!
You have such a happy look-
Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and curve and crook-
And your ripples, one and one,
Reach each other’s hands and run
Like laughing little children in the sun!”
– fr. ‘The Brook Song’, by James Whitcomb Riley
First of all, let me thank each and every one of you who left happy birthday wishes for me both on My Plot on Blotanical, and on Facebook. I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness. I had a happy day, indeed, and couldn’t have ordered up a more picture perfect day with sun, cloudless skies, and temperatures well above the freezing mark. I chatted with both of my daughters and grandson by phone, and we had dinner (complete with cheesecake!) at my parents’ house. We drove home at sunset with a spectacular sky in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t have planned it better.
It seems when we reach a certain age–one that is probably different for everyone–birthdays take on a more philosophical, reflective quality. I recall that when I turned 50, there was such a sense of frantic urgency that, having reached this milestone, if there were anything I wanted to do with my life, I’d better get on with it now. At 55, that sense of desperation has faded. 55 feels more settled, whether I actually am or not. What’s left is more a feeling of contentment acceptance: that “the Universe is unfolding as it should”, so to speak, and that, perhaps what I’m doing right now is exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. So much so, in fact, that 2010 feels like it’s going to be “my year”.
There were many reflections along the wooded road we took this evening. Reflections on birthdays — reflections on Spring! Even in the darkest, forested sections of road, ice was disappearing before our very eyes and brooks and freshets really did laugh like little children in the sun.
It won’t be long before these wetlands will be free of ice and snow, and the spring peepers will be out in full force! That is when I feel like Spring has well and truly arrived.
Our winters seem so long, but truly, it hardly seems like any time at all since we bemoaned the fact that we had to put our gardens to bed for the winter, and now here we are, already starting seedlings, searching for tiny green sprouts, spotting robins, finding tiny white blossoms in the snow. I mean, really — the world is just awesome! Boom-de-ah-dah!