Lately, it seems, that I’ve had a number of friends and family members with challenges going on and sometimes it’s hard to find the right thing to say without sounding trite or uncaring.
One challenge was easier than the others. A friend’s daughter was getting married so all I had to do was dress up and get to the wedding, which was beautiful, while my friend and her husband handled a million details. The whole evening was great fun.
Another friend recently lost a family member after a long illness. I’ve been in that situation so I know what all the words of comfort sound like, and they should sound trite, but they don’t because the one offering comfort is sincere.
I’ve decided that all of these events seem a little easier to handle right now because of one of my favorite words – Spring.
It’s true that I have absolutely nothing to complain about as far as winter weather is concerned because I live in southern Arizona, the place where winter visitors flock from colder climes, which is why we call them snowbirds.
Still, trees are budding with new growth, flowers are blooming. The above pictures are of my backyard flowers, including a tiny view of the pollinator garden I planted last fall. We had several freezing nights during the winter, so I was worried my fledgling plants would die. Boy, was I wrong. The bees and butterflies seem to be thrilled with my massive overgrowth of flowers.
A mourning dove – not the brightest of birds—has made a nest on a low shelf in a sheltered corner of my two-sided sunshade ramada out back. She laid two eggs in it and I tiptoe around, hoping not to disturb her. I hope to keep the nest a secret from one and all, but I know that will be impossible once they hatch and start cheeping their own versions of “Mom, feed me.”
All of that being said, I now need to get back to work finding the right words for my current work in progress. What’s another word for procrastination? Oh, yeah, laziness.