From The Storyteller
Hello All: A moment in time can really make the world seem to glow. Enjoy, Doug
“Don’t stand between that momma (moose) and her baby”, Elaine warned me as we hike a trail at Isle Royal National Park located in the middle of Lake Superior. The mother is there, the baby is there, and we happen upon them rounding a bend in the trail. The momma is big, and Elaine’s advice is noted. The mother-baby thing is something she understands.
Which brings me to the fact that it’s our second spring in Kansas, and there are baby doves in a nest, in the tree outside our window. Two bigger doves come and go, so it seems both momma and daddy are busy doing baby bird breakfast. Yes, spring here really is marked by baby birds, baby rabbits, and the triple “C” of “calves, colts, and colors”.
Our first year taught us that each season lasts roughly three months in Kansas. New green buds popped out everywhere, and then as the days passed, those lightly colored buds turned deep, summer green. We enjoyed how fall started with a hint of what was to come, and then exploded into a forest of wonderful colors. With the arrival of winter, nature began its season of rest.
Everyplace Elaine and I have lived had their seasons. Chicago has long winters, which limits its springs, summer, and falls. South Texas has long summers, which limits its springs, falls, and winters. Yes, even the Texas panhandle has seasons: Hot and dry, and cold and dry. This past year, for the first time, we were able to enjoy the full experience of each season as they flowed from one to another.
I’m smiling because these reflections on doves, moose babies, and the changing of the seasons has allowed me to once again savor the wonderful world we live in.
Moral: Paying attention to the flow of nature is really, as the kids say, chill.