Alas, Spring has finally sprung. Is it just me, or does that first sip of coffee do a much better job when the sun is starting to shine? I am convinced caffeine is light-activated - it does not spring-load energy as effectively in the dark.
There are so many good things about this time of year. The flowers are starting to peek through sleepy soil, the warmth of the sun delivers long-awaited celestial hugs, and daily walks can be enjoyed without bulky Eskimo armor.
The trees are also starting to bud. Before we know it that delicious sound of a soft wind rustling through leaves will provide a therapy not found in any doctor’s office.
It is merely a matter of time before a cold beer on the porch after work is mandatory for mitigated insanity and borderline good judgment. Deep breaths of fresh air are compulsory. Life is good.
Did you know that it takes seven to eight trees to provide enough oxygen for just one person per year? At exactly 11:40 a.m. today, the world population clock via screenshot hit 8,026,816,276. Eight Billion People... and growing exponentially. You do the math. That is a boatload of trees needed for the masses just to breathe.
Have you ever really taken the time to consider that reality? I would lie bare-faced if I said I did and am not proud of that admission. Our cities have become concrete jungles. Hundreds of acres of stunning mature forests have been destroyed for the sake of “progress.”
I guess our concrete jungles need more concrete. Our amassing population needs more housing. Real estate moguls need more of . . . everything.
A few years ago, a cornfield up the road from me was plowed under and I feared the ruination of an iconic Norman Rockwell vision of the perfect country road with rows of huge, boxy houses built, metaphorically speaking, on top of each other – not a tree in sight. It genuinely made me gag.
But my faith in humanity was restored. That spot now houses a large tree farm providing a home for thousands of new saplings. I almost want to adopt eight of those trees for my own self-preservation.
But amid the fears of our declining civilization, Spring still reigns King. It is symbolic of how you can rebirth your life by simply enduring the cold and believing that warm sunshine will renew an insatiable hunger for survival. Sounds ridiculously easy, doesn’t it?
But no, life is still hard – no matter the weather. Murphy’s Law often trumps Mother Nature’s perfection. It is the resilience of the human spirit that makes us just grin and bear it.
So go out there and enjoy this glorious season as it only comes once a year. Walk in the rain, embrace the newborn flora, and download the Dairy Queen app for an 85-cent Blizzard for the next two weeks. I dare Murphy to trump that miracle. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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Jacque Jarrett Stratman