More Thoughts On April

In a couple of days April will be finished off.  That’s a sad thought.  Weather-wise and even otherwise the best of the year’s months are March, April, September and October and to a small extent May.  Studies have shown that March and September are the times when humans think (reason and such) the most clearly.  There seems to be some left over good sense near the beginning of May, but not for long as the summer heat (the memory if not the actuality) is just ahead.  In April especially the ratio of daylight to dark hours is good and the temperatures are usually good, like fit for some clothes but not a load of heavy stuff. 

The good months are pretty well gone for a while, and the people who have hit three-quarters of a century or beyond might wonder (especially if carrying chronic pains or the like) if they will see comfortable times again.  It’s one thing to put up with winter or August heat knowing that a way down the road there are better times.  It’s something else to wonder if one will last through the days until it is those better times.  Even then September isn’t of like nature.  It is not a blossoming in barren times promising life.  A question one might ask is, will there be another April?  If not, that’s a very depressing thought. 

No one of course can be sure of what the future holds, as a rule.  Accidents and discoveries happen all the time to go with what might be expected and doesn’t happen or vice versa.  And, there’s also a sort of “just escaped it” bit in life when a slight variation in circumstances (getting somewhere five minutes late) can make a difference.  That “circumstances” element can sometimes be controlled. If a weather forecast predicts excessive heat, doing little is one way to help counteract it.  Nonetheless, for many old folks it is a legitimate question sometimes aggravated by idiots who ask questions like, “Do you have a will?” 

Age can color one’s viewpoint considerably.Coffee cup 



The Promise Of Spring

Because it visibly gives hope for greater life as clearly seen by nature all around, perhaps spring’s the best time of the year.  A simple plant that begins life when spring has come and dies come autumn gives a clear understanding of this living existence.  So, spring promises life, even though it is clear it only lasts so long.  It’s a time of hope, an important element of living.  Summer can suggest a plentiful harvest and one can feel wealthy.  Autumn can offer sad beauty, and one can experience emotion.  Winter is a time of rest, clearly mandated.  All have a use in a way that’s important, but hope seems the most essential.

The big problem with spring is humans have littered it up with other stuff to the point where it has lost power.  A good example is the Christian season of Lent.  While that may be a promise of greater life (somewhat contrary to an undisputable visibility), it’s not really demonstrated as the workings of nature are.  (Lent is not the only matter littering up springtime, it’s just a big one that lots of people experience.  Daylight Saving Time is a substantial annoyance to established order.)  Amid all the litter, it is essential to find spring to really come to see what it is that the world around is demonstrating. 

To an extent special times (and special days) come to all on an individual basis.  And, that “hopefulness” cited is apparent otherwise, too.  Any morning sunrise following a winter solstice can carry a whisper of that same hope the spring brings even though it is in the winter.  The point is more a matter of the most encouraging time of the year is spring-time in spite of anything like thunderstorms or floods, but “civilized society” (and maybe even some that are not so civilized) has messed around with so much that some of what has been “given” has been forever lost.  One can be grateful that it can’t all be over-run. 

It is from the world around that we learn.Red rose  

Yes, Still Sick

For more about that “sick,” there is more about it in the Old Peasant’s blog.  The situation still exists but it is always worth a try to do “normal” things.  The topic that didn’t get written up was essentially about Spring.  That is now an established condition in the “northlands.”  The topic is old, but there were some thoughts there that can possibly be put somewhere else, provided some degree of a coherent recollection takes place.  (That’s not sure.)  A part of that had something to do with special times.  The thoughts seemed like good ones to put down right then and it is hoped they surface again.

So a little short rambling here and just a few hours late with it.  There were too many interferences (like a light bulb of some importance burning out) as well as the extra troubles to get both reports done in a timely manner (the Old Peasant’s blog is easier to do).  Especially noted in these recent days given a certain amount of slow down due to the medical concerns on top of normal “senior citizen” slow downs was that the pace of the rest of the world has increased over the years.  The fast are going faster, and the slow can be going slower.  There can be a division in society one day based on speed of action. 

So, why?  First thought was things like the space program with those rockets zooming around at dizzying speed, that being an advanced version of fast cars taking over from a horse era, have encouraged people to run faster.  After a little more amateur analysis, the conclusion is, it’s the telephone.  Before telephones individual people had to go do things in person.  Given a telephone, one could sit on one’s behind and get things done by distance conversation in a few minutes rather than hours or even days.  A handy telephone speeded up life.  And today there are folks who don’t know how else to operate.  (More another time.) 

A good saying:  slow down and live.Email

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If possible an essay will be offered later.

May everyone have a good week.