Traditionally, spring has been pretty rough for me, and on some days, it still is. What with all the trees and flowers and grass and plants gettin’ busy. For whatever reason, that particular part of my DNA doesn’t seem to want to tell my body that the pollen isn’t bad for me, or my body continues to think it is.
But in either case, as I’ve mentioned before, I take public transit to work and that has given me the opportunity to see things I’ve never taken the time to really see before. No, it’s not the gaggle of navy officers in their dress whites that inundated the subway car one day last fall. Nor is it the arrogance and audacity of the guy who sticks his foot in the subway door and forces his way in. Nor yet is it the smooth businessman hitting on the lady standing next to him when the train was superbly crowded (punchline: “When I’m this close to a woman, we usually have drinks.”)
No, today, its nature in the springtime. I nearly always avoid being outdoors or opening the windows during the high point of spring. Usually it’s the insanely high pollen levels that would reduce me to a sniffling, sneezing, disgusting blob of concentrated unhappy. Thanks to modern medicine (screw you, DNA!) I can do moderately well most days in the spring, with some caveats that I can handle.
So I walk to the bus and I walk to work and I stand outside waiting for the metro. And this week, on the way to the bus stop, I saw, for the first time in either my entire life or so many years that I’ve forgotten, I saw a tree growing.
Yeah, I know! Crazy, huh? Trees take years to grow! But if you look closely and look at the right time of year, you can watch it happen. Day by day, opening like the petals on a flower, a tree produces its own new sprig of leaves. Once you know what to look for, it’s easy to see, but the evergreens and conifers show it most vividly in that their new growth so brightly contrasts with the old.
We’ve had a rainy winter and spring, so the ground is quite saturated. I think that’s contributing to the explosive grown in the trees this year. To be honest, we’re overdue give the dryness of the past couple of years. Even the grass is growing like mad (much to the disapproval of my nose), but it’s good to see. Very good to see.
So spring continues and summer will come, but I’m in no hurry. I’m enjoying the show.