Ever Changing
Against flow
pair zipped
perpendicular
not
parallel
Fortunate
Only traffic
was me
and fourleg
walking
daily
route
A flash of black and orange crossed the road in front of me and Henrietta. I saw them just long enough to register, The orioles are back!, before Mr. and Mrs. disappeared between the branches of a black walnut tree.
Ahhh! Mr. and Mrs.—a throwback to when young eyes and I watched cardinals, goldfinch, and grossbeaks dine on feeders outside our kitchen window.
See? Mr. Cardinal is red…and Mrs. Cardinal is mostly tan with a few orange/red feathers mixed in. Mr. Goldfinch turns bright yellow for the summer. And…poor Mrs. Grossbeak is dull brown, while Mr. is black and white with a rose colored breast.
I digress.
One of the many things I love about spring is the season’s clear reminder that everything under the sun is forever changing, including me and you.
Even though Henrietta and I walk the same neighborhood route every morning, in every season, there is always something new to notice.
Today I felt concern for the missing brown horse—the second morning I noticed it’s creamy companion standing alone in the paddock. Next time I see the farmer, you can bet I’ll ask for the horse’s story.
The bluebells have dropped their royal chimes, leaving lush green foliage behind, while tulip buds promise an orange explosion, if the rabbits don’t make a meal of them first.
Henrietta found a new cigarette pack to pick up and toss around. Do you remember signs on highways that promised a fine if you were caught littering? I haven’t seen one of those signs in ages….
When’s the last time you went against the flow, taking time to notice the ever changing flow of life?