Alternate Title: Deep Thoughts with Heidi
(But, if I called it this I would just start laughing, and this is not supposed to be a funny post. The ‘Deep Thoughts’ reference comes from old Saturday Night Live sketches called: Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey. The sketches were way before my time, but when I was young, we acquired a bound collection of Deep Thoughts and the sibs and I found it hysterical.
I found my favorite: If you’re a circus clown, and you have a dog that you use in your act, I don’t think it’s a good idea to also dress the dog up like a clown, because people see that and they think, “Forgive me, but that’s just too much.” Hopefully you are not completely distracted, because we are still going to cover deep thoughts.)
I LOVE spring. I didn’t used to. I think it’s because I didn’t understand all the cliché, rosy symbolism behind the concept of spring, until it wasn’t just cliché and rosy for me. Spring is finally here! This past winter, I was socked in the gut one too many times. And I desperately needed the hope and renewal that comes with spring.
Spring reminds of all the potential that exists. In late February I love to see the red shoots of my peony plants come up. The first color of the year. The peony plants used to belong to my great-grandmother, then my grandpa, now me. How’s that for renewal?
Then green daffodils start to pop out of the ground, tulips and finally our gray, gray landscape turns bright green. Wrinkly sweet potato-looking tubers start to show the beginnings of a shoot that will become a 6-foot tall dahlia. How that happens, I have no idea. I used to spend hours with my grandpa sorting through boxes of tubers, celebrating each one we found with a new shoot.
Spring is like a whole new world. Anything is possible. I’ve been thinking about this idea a lot… what’s next? What’s possible for me? Maybe I should go out and see this whole new world?
Too many deep thoughts at once…
As part of my local exploration, I’ve started documenting my ‘hood. I have a favorite tree. Is that weird? I often have favorite trees. This one puffs out fist-sized balls of white and pink blossoms for about a week. And not far from that, naturalized daffodils cover a hillside curving towards Greenlake. I probably get way too excited about flowers and green things, but I can’t help it. My entire family heritage – back to who-knows-when – is farming. I grew up in the suburbs, but it must still be a part of me.
We had a three-day weekend over Easter, so I took some time to photograph the tree and daffodils, and then went sailing – my other favorite thing. I could sit on sailboat Eider all day. And that’s what I usually do since I haven’t quite learned how to actually sail yet. Fortunately, my sister and brother-in-law are happy to let me sit.
My Easter weekend FB post pretty much sums up my feelings about spring: After 6 months of gray, it’s so sunny and warm in Seattle, I think I’m experiencing vitamin D induced euphoria. So happy about nothing! ; )
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