While The Sun Still Shines


(Material written between March 6th, 2018 and March 8th, 2018) 

A thin line of clouds highlight some boundary in the sky that I can see in no other way. In the lowlands, green circles form beneath the drip line of the trees as new life springs forth. A bluebird flys across my view, and beneath the winds, the birds of spring have started to sing from the leafless forest.

Buds have swollen on the oaks and blooms have formed on the plum thickets.  Bees are already busy buzzing around the flowers where plums will later form. Despite the tan-colored grass in the upper fields and the brown and lifeless looking forest, beneath the surface life is renewing.

A young armadillo makes his way near a fence row by day, as a skunk and rat renew their nightly fight over the leftovers from the bird feeders during the night. Coyotes travel their routes along paths established long ago. New calves bounce around and remind one of what it was once like to have so much energy. 

Rains have filled the ponds, even as fires burn across the river in Oklahoma. It shouldn’t be long now before the swallows return, along with the hummingbirds; though I suspect there are cold nights still to come.

The rains thus far this year haven’t seemed to align with the season. There is usually a thick fog that develops prior to bud break. This year such a fog seemed to have arrived early like the rains, with near freezing temps still happening at night.

Extremely cold air masses up north have flushed from the arctic as patterns in the jet stream are said to be slowing (or so I’ve read). Is this the beginning of the dramatic shifts predicted to begin around 2020 and on full display by 2100? (I’ve read such predictions began in the 1980s.)

The larger ramifications of quickening change are beginning to show. Time will tell if these occurrences are the beginning of a trend toward instability. Better to prepare for what could happen, than to wait and find out it’s too late to do anything about it when it does; or as the farmers say, “Better to make hay while the sun still shines.”