Huh. Turns out that the "me" of Fall 2016 knows the "me" of Spring 2017 very well. And if I may take a second to commend my former self for some astute planning. And thank goodness for my appreciation of seasonal shifts and their associated traditions. The Autumn me knew that come April I would find my ass dragging. And that nothing pulls one like myself out of this state more than to one day happen across some pretty little snowdrops doing their thing in my garden. Damn that is good.
Now. The same former self that exhibited all manner of genius also has shown a huge lack of judgement when the decision was made to not protect the elderberry bushes for the Winter. Seems as though the deer (?) and/or rabbits (?) have enjoyed this tactical error however. Dang, really not good.
It is thanks to these retreating piles of snow that I get to begin noticing all these small events once again. Good and bad, they are all reminders of life - and how it is a cycle. Not a stagnant, one-sided thing. If you are lucky.