So we wait, and we listen to the songbirds, and putter around the house and yard. Of course there is the wonderful sunshine to enjoy. Each spring I rejoice at the feeling of the sun as it regains its intensity and duration. And I know that I am not alone. It is clear that the animals and plants, and my neighbors and friends are made more active by this natural trigger.
Folks are busy with their spring cleaning chores, and the animals are on the move.
For instance, on the way home from work last week I counted sixteen wild turkeys milling about near the roadway. But waiting can be a dangerous thing. For it seems to me that when we wait, we sometimes allow ourselves to diminish the present. And with the present being all that we really have, what a pity that can be. But I believe that the rubber meets the road in the experiences of the present.