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We Are Experiencing a Season; Springtime in Florida, Very Rare and Welcome and the Sights, Sounds & Smells, Take Me Back
We are actually experiencing Springtime...in Florida...this year!
Spring is something most us Floridians, could get used to, I know I certainly could.
A Season, in Florida? What!
It has been absolutely gorgeous and I have been spending as much time as possible outside, taking full advantage!
Our beautiful Tabebuia chrysantha (common name -Yellow Trumpet tree) my favorite tree, in one of my favorite spots, has already bloomed three times in this wonderful, beautiful Springtime Season. (I could get so used to saying that)
Why is this newsworthy, you may be asking?
Most years, minus the cool mornings, chilly evenings, 70's for the highs, our Tabebuia trees bloom once, at the most, due to hot summers that typically arrive, when Spring should be arriving instead.
This year, with each new blooming, fuller and more abundant, more spectacular in color and vividness, than the last, it's newsworthy, at least for me it is.
While sitting in this particular favorite spot today, near my favorite tree, I noticed the blooms beginning to fall, one and then another, by twos and then several at a time, softly to the ground they fell.
Having the pleasure to enjoy the tree for a few days through full bloom and watching the vivid yellow trumpet-shaped flowers fall, ever so gracefully to the ground below, I was reminded once again, not only of all of the beauty which surrounds us in life, but of how fleeting life really is.....
When we are young, we feel as if we will be reminded to clean our rooms and eat our carrots...for eternity!
As children, we long for the day when we will be all grown up and can make our own choices and do whatever we want.
We wish and hope and dream for that day to come...and then it does!
It is then, we come to appreciate our childhood, we remember how carefree things used to be and how much we took for granted.
We wonder why and we have regrets for ever having wished for our life to go by so fast.
We've all heard the expression, "Youth is wasted on the young." That sums it up pretty well.
I thought about the times in our lives, when we feel as if we are in full bloom, at our peak, on top of the world, everything is going along so perfectly.....until it's not!
Maybe it is in these moments, we realize that things were never going along as perfectly as we may have thought or as we may have pretended them to be.
Like the blooms of the tabebuia tree, we also fall down.
Sometimes the fall is hard, as is the case with these delicate blooms, at the mercy of daily afternoon showers and thunderstorms, they are punched and pounded and the fall is anything but graceful, so it sometimes goes with us.
All is not lost when we fall, it does not keep us down, there is always another day, another Season...another Springtime.
Another opportunity to begin anew!
More often, the fall is ever so graceful and a new picture presents itself, as a whole new perspective emerges, even more beautiful and much closer to perfection, than it had ever been before.
Shaping and Sustaining
Isn't it funny how simple little things are usually the things which inspire us, get our creative juices flowing, transport us back in time to where our memories, which often sustain us, began?
That has always been the case for me; a bird singing, a certain smell or a sudden gust of wind, will transport me back in time to my Grandparent's house; a garden, fresh vegetables on every available window sill, upon the kitchen counters, in baskets on the front porch, as center pieces on the kitchen table.
My Grandfather in the garden summoning all of us to come see the watermelons, cantaloupes, tomatoes and corn, he'd be so excited at the progress of all the vegetables.
He took such great pride in his garden and our endorsement, would put a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
Sleepovers at their house and the many colorful handmade quilts stacked to the ceiling of my Grandmother's closet. My cousins and I, would take turns, choosing our favorite colors, in the appropriate thickness and we'd create our own unique, comfy pallets for slumber.
We'd slumber through the night with the windows wide open, only a screen door between us and the sounds of the night. Up until my early teens, when the sleepovers ended, I'd always sleep like a baby, whenever I was in their home.
With another sound and the smell of rain in the air, I am sent back to my Dad's childhood home; no garden outside, but a piano and music would await us on the inside, along with freshly baked desserts. My Aunts teaching me to how to dance, painting my nails and playing fabulous 60's music on their record player.
I thought I did not appreciate my childhood enough, but I must have, for these special memories made so long ago, have stayed with me for a lifetime. They just get pushed back too far sometimes and it takes something so small and simple to bring them back.
As the wind changed direction, a rustling in the treetops, shifted my thoughts away from my Grandparents' homes and took me back to one of my childhood homes; a big back yard, swings and the best fort ever... built lovingly by my Dad.
Many cool and breezy late nights were recalled, of lying in that fort, looking up at the stars; spooky stories, laughter and a sky full of lightning bugs (which, sadly, I rarely see nowadays)
Such great memories, my oh my...where does the time go?
Wow, all of this, from those falling yellow trumpet blooms! What will inspire me tomorrow?
© 2018 A B Williams