And now it’s 2025.
So. Most of my sixtieth-birthday year (which is to say, of course, my actual sixty-first year alive on this planet) is now passed. I had wanted to write a “Sixty” post to match my “Fifty-Nine” post, but that has slipped away and soon it’ll be time for “Sixty-One.” So it goes, all too often.
We’ve had some real snows this winter, now just passing. The see-saw swinging of cold to warm and back again that has characterized many a spring here in the city, in recent years, is now moving into a preponderance of milder, spring-like days.
Following in turn, I am redirecting my attention back towards the ground. There’s always a magical moment, as winter shifts to spring – usually in advance of the equinox proper – when suddenly the ground is different – as the first tiny green peeping life quietly bursts everywhere above the winter-familiar carpet of autumn’s last leaves, and I am startled anew.
And then I usually forget to notice it again, and in a week or two they are stretching their long, longer, growing green stems higher and higher above the ground. I offer you this photo therefore, a moment in time, for remembrance of who and what we really are: living beings, part of a living planet, even when we haven’t time or mind to notice.