Springtime in the high desert is a lesson in patience. Bright blue skies and sunny afternoons whisper tempting ideas, urging me to dig and plant and grow, grow, grow! Tiny buds are appearing all around and it seems as though a thin layer of green suddenly appeared overnight. The whispers continue. Garden! Sow! Create! Right now, now, NOW! It is the steady hand of the weather forecast that reminds me of this lesson I have to relearn each year. Patience. Random snowstorms that melt by mid-morning check my impulses. Unexpected cold fronts that can freeze the apricot blossoms in May are the stern teachers of hard truths. W.A.I.T. And so I admire the bright yellow daffodils that my neighbor cultivated years ago. . . and keep walking. I notice the robust tulip leaves beginning to poke through the soil. . . and keep walking. My garden will come soon. But not yet. Patience.
Little Girl Big Sky 