Lucy and I went for a walk today and I had some thoughts which seemed worth writing down. Fall has always been my favorite season; I love the beautiful color palet, my birthday, stepping on crunchy leaves, and the crisp air.
I discovered today that spring has taken fall's place as my favorite. I have always loved the cheery daffodils, daisies, and even the dreaded dandilions, but now there is even more to it than that. Spring is special in Star Valley and I'll tell you why. (It even counters the fact that we got a fresh blanket of snow which covered my precious daffodils yesterday.)
Our neighborhood comes to life in the spring. We live in a retirement community surrounded on every side by golf courses. In the fall the majority of our neighbors head south to avoid the snow and life suddenly becomes boring. I feel lonely as I drive past our neighbors' vacant houses. But in spring the golf carts begin to buzz around, and they wizzed past us on our walk today. People wave to us now when we pass them on the street. And best of all, when I walk outside I can hear the sweet sound of my own name as our neighbor, Richard, across the street hollers, "hey Rachie!" or "heya Rach!" It's also fun to hear Kory say, "Richard's outside. I'm going to go harass him." They like to heckle each other. Not everyone is back yet but I already feel satisfied that our community is returning to its liveliness again. How fitting it is that our neighborhood comes to life just as Mother Nature is awaking from her slumber, bringing life to us again.
And then there's Mother's Day that I now get to celebrate, and the baby fawns we see daily following their mamas but that's just a bonus.
