Dying leaf in dried-up algae pond

Dying leaf in dried-up algae pond

I feel like I’m on a small emotional roller-coaster the last couple of days.  One minute happy and joyful and buzzing…the next minute kind of sad and cranky.  The above leaf picture described my mood as of Friday afternoon.  (By the time this is published later tonight after a dinner with friends maybe everything will be fine again.)

Two nights ago I felt a little overwhelmed about our rather large wood pile that needs to be split, hauled and stacked.  But last night I tried to “play” with the work and turn it around into a fun chore.  It actually worked.

The bugs are out and crazed and sucking blood and biting.  Nothing unusual for June around here.  You put a log in the splitter, swat at a mosquito, take the log off, scratch your bite.  Oh well.  We all expect this at this time of year.

Mosquito eating lunch

Mosquito eating lunch

It’s been a cold spring.  Our garden vegetables are very very slowly poking their heads above the soil and leafing out.  Peas, lettuce, spinach, onions, kale, collards, beets, green onions and carrots sit in the garden wishing for rain.  They have to settle for cold sprinkles from our hose.  They’re not happy about it, but have no choice if they wish to drink some water.

One to two inch pea plants emerging in garden

One to two inch pea plants emerging in garden

Do you ever wonder if Nature herself gets moody?  I think she perhaps she does.  That’s when the hurricanes and tornados roar through and whip us around and mess things up.  When the Earth gets fussy, perhaps It quakes.  Swallows entire towns as it shakes and shifts.  One minute Nature is hot and then she’s cold.  She weeps buckets of tears on us sometimes, and then coldly withholds her rain making the poor pea plants suffer.  Sometimes she freezes us with ice-cold snow and bakes the tropics.  What an emotional lady, do you think?

Then again, Nature is probably neutral and we’re the ones telling stories about her motives.  She’s just shaking herself, blowing up the winds, shifting toward and away from the sun. 

Maybe the “truth” lies half-way between both stories.  Maybe she’s more than scientific, but less than our fanciful tales.  Maybe she does feel emotions, or responds to the emotions and thoughts on this planet.  Who knows?

Maybe this goose family has a clue…

Canadian Goose Family

Canadian Goose Family

P.S.  writing this blog always makes me happy, strangely enough.  Maybe Nature is happy about it, as well.

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