Over the past few weeks I’ve been watching the Maple trees slowly turn red. Funny how some trees start out their Spring dressed in vibrant colors-changing into their summer green-and returning to their splash of color for fall. Almost makes me think trees have a celebration for their annual rebirth-and another when the work is over and it’s time to take a winter’s rest.
There’s a small set of woods in one of the pastures I pass on my last 1/4 of a mile home. The group of trees draws your eye-because over the years cattle have kept their undersides all trimmed to the same height.
There are several Maples in the pasture-and I’ve gaged their progress-from the first hint of red-to the full blown color they have now. Actually-to be honest-I made myself keep track of their progress.
One evening as I was coming home, I looked over at the little set of woods and noticed the first blush of color. My mind begin telling me Spring is just around the corner-you better get yourself in gear-start worrying about the garden-get some cleaning done around the house-make sure the girls school year is going to end well-pull out all the summer clothes and put up the winter clothes. In other words-my first reaction of wonder over the blush of Spring-turned into a to-do-list that made me feel crazy. Who knows why-but I suddenly thought-I’m not going to worry about all that stuff-it will get done somehow-it always does-but I am going to look at those trees every day and I am going to enjoy them putting on their Spring clothes like I have never done before. And you know what? I have.