Harmony Hill…Where Mountains Meet Magic!

March is usually a hefty snow month for us.  You know, one of those winter months where, when you schedule something, it always has an asterisk.  All plans have an added…..*unless there is a storm.  But this March has been different.  By the 4th day, the temperatures rose above freezing and the couple of feet of snow from the last storm in February, as well as the snow beneath that had been compacting during the winter months, all began a slow methodical melting.

By the 3rd week, everything that had been hidden for the season was visible.  Last fall’s leaves nestled in the ground showed their shades of brown.  The greening of the umber grasses began.  We heard song birds.  The buds began to swell on the maple trees.  Even the blackberry bushes are showing life.  Days are sunny, sweather weather.

Spring Interrupted

Then this morning we awakened to a winter wonderland.  Tree branches were covered an inch thick with that familiar glistening white powder.

The deer were easy to spot against the encompassing whiteness.  Rabbit tracks are easy to discern.  Its only 2 inches so no need to plow.  Besides the sun is out now and weather underground says it will get to 40 degrees tomorrow.

I’m going to relax and enjoy this brief interruption of Spring.

Chris

From my personal perspective, I believe we reach a ‘certain age’ where we seem to realize that our lives have spun ridiculously past us and somehow become a blur.  We all of a sudden realize just how much ‘time’ has really gone by; how many friends we’ve lost touch with, how many ‘I’ll call you’s” have expired, how many things that should have been important were brushed aside with the well worn phrase of “I’ll do that when I have more time or I make more money”.  And here’s the thing, you wake up one day and realize you never did get the extra time or make the extra money.  One day you just happen to stop long enough to look behind you and what you see is a long trail of things left undone littering the journey that is your life.

That’s when it hits you.  You can’t get back there from here.  You will never get those moments back again…sorry Dorothy, but you can’t just go back home and find everything just like it was before you were sucked up into the tornado that we know as ‘Life’.

Why is it that we don’t feel our mortality when we’re 20 or 30…even 40?  A good dose of your own mortality keeps a healthy perspective on why it’s not a good idea to just call when you get more time, etc.  Maybe that sense that we have when we’re young and immortal, that it’s ok to live on the edge would be lost or maybe we wouldn’t get as much done, be as productive stopping to smell the roses all the time….we’re supposed to ‘get it and growl’ when we’re young so we can enjoy the fruits of our labor when we reach this ‘certain age’.

Here’s what I do know…having just turned a ‘certain age’, I find myself doing a quick check up from the neck up when I hear myself say “I’ll do it tomorrow when I have more time”.

Go ahead and stop to smell the roses, make the calls, take the trips, stay connected….none of us are immortal regardless of our age.

Jana