Know how.

This spring has surprised me. What I thought would come out of the gates a drought stricken hell scape (you are really getting my optimistic side here) has turned out to be oh so lovely. Even more than lovely. With gently soaking rains, a slowly greening world, mild and sunny when the rain isn’t falling, and bird songs from all over, this spring has been…idyllic. The last few days you might just round a corner and if the breeze hits you just right it’ll be carrying the gentle perfume of a nearby wild plum tree in blossom. It transforms your brain.

“What paradise is this?” I ask myself, rhetorically of course. After all, when the weather is so nice, it does half of the lifting.

“Sometimes I can be nice…you know…paradisal.” Momma Nature replies, ignoring the nature of the question, looking mildly indifferent.

“Good to know. I’ll try not to take it for granted.”

“Yeah, best not.”

Whether this will continue is almost a none concern at this point. Sure…I would hope…always…that it would. But I don’t expect it to do so. It doesn’t matter so much as long as it is right now some version of paradise. When the drought comes, and Momma Natures indifference allows the sun to bake us mercilessly in the midsummer, we will know how to deal with it. I’m just happy for any moments of not using know how.