I’m pretty sure the only way I’m able to keep up this Lenten Joy Search is that I’ve gone off Facebook and rarely read the news. Obviously, neither are long term solutions. Play Ostrich in The Sand long enough, and one day you’ll be brought before a tribunal and asked why you didn’t speak up about X. Come Easter Monday I may share a piece of my mind. But I’m biting my tongue until then.
So, joy. Spring is popping up. This fall’s rain officially ended the drought in most parts of California. And right now the deserts are alive with a #Superbloom. According to one tweeter, a park ranger is calling it #flowergeddon. Of all the #geddons we’ve lived through, this is one I can live with.
I didn’t have to go to the desert to see the signs of spring. My friend Judy and I went on a walk in our town in the late afternoon, just before dusk. The cacti were blooming or on the cusp of doing so. The Pittosporum were over, but now the citrus trees are blossoming. Both Judy’s and my mom were flower lovers, and between the two of us we could name a good deal of the color riot going on. It made us both miss our mums, who have gone on, no doubt where they’re enjoying superblooms 24/7. If time or days are a thing there.
In Colorado, my sister’s dog is ecstatic the snow has melted and he can finally go back to attacking the hose while she’s watering.
These photos won’t erase the insanity or uncertainty going on. But remember that this, too, happens. And will continue happening long after you and I have died. That is, if we don’t destroy it first.