Wherefore art thou, Sunnyo?

Is there a Spring in your step?

So far there is mostly a gush as I stomp through another puddle of mud to complete my farm chores.  There's no springing back from that.  One time I stepped one foot into the neighbor's field to retrieve a golf ball and almost didn't get my foot back.  My boot was immediately sucked into the quagmire. 

There have been little whispers of spring.  A 65 degree day here, a 72 degree there in between days of drizzle and leaden skies and outright gales with sideways slashing rain.  We even had thunderstorm warnings last week.  They actually interrupted our regularly scheduled program (Jeopardy, no less,  of all the nerve!) to give us a warning of thunderstorms in the area, complete with that annoying warning buzz.  What was the warning supposed to do for us?  Stop watching TV outside 'cause you might get struck by lightning?  Clearly the weather warning dude has never been to Florida.  Personally, I love a good thunderstorm, but Florida storms can make even the bravest person whimper. 

Oregonians clearly can't handle anything other than warm and sunny or rainy.  When it snows just the littlest of dusting all schools close down.  And apparently when it thunders we are to batten down the hatches or periscope down or something that requires protecting ourselves from lightning.

What comes after two days of rain in Oregon?  Monday.

Have you heard of the four seasons in Oregon?  They are Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter and Construction.

Still...I love Oregon.  I will take the green over brown any day, even though that includes green moss, green mold and green mildew.  My sweet hubby could see I was growing moss in between my toes and whisked me off to Las Vegas for my very first time to find some sunshine.  Find it we did and I was happy to absorb the rays by the pool, but what I found interesting were all the facades that the casinos created to try to look like real waterfalls and plants and animals.  I thought, all I have to do is walk out my door or drive to the river or ocean or woods and I can see these things the way God  created them, not the way Metro, Goldwyn or Mayer did.

An Oregon lake




A Las Vegas "waterfall"


 

A tiny, lone yellow rose has blossomed on our miniature roses, but in a week we will have hundreds of  blossoms in coral, red, pink and white.  The strawberry plants are covered in white blossoms and little green cherries are filling out the cherry branches.  As the mud starts to dry out and the grass fills in, I will stroll barefoot through our little piece of land going from plant to plant to admire its progress with a spring in my step.