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“Hi, I’m Gorgeous” – Photo: L. Weikel

Metamorphosis

In our wanderings around the premises of Linwood Gardens over the weekend, we were treated to a smörgåsbord of flora and fauna in varying states of development and metamorphosis.

We encountered them everywhere, from tightly closed buds to fully flowered explosions of color and luminescence. Most tantalizing were the blooms ‘on the verge,’ so filled with the promise of bursting into magnificence yet almost magically held back by the thinnest evidence of restraint. It’s difficult to look at those achingly promising buds and not viscerally feel our own urge to burst forth into the world in a dazzling expression of our own uniqueness.

With respect to the flowers, it was hard to ignore the accumulation of life force in each bud. The earlier buds, those that were obviously not going to blossom within, say, 24 hours, were tough little nuggets of prospective beauty. But there was no mistaking those buds that were begging for just another hour or day more of warmth before unleashing themselves on the world.

Can’t Hold It In Any Longer – Photo: L. Weikel

Fantastic Frogs

Of course, the classic examples of true metamorphosis are our amphibian friends, which happen to populate the premises in abundance. In each pond, pool, and fountain we found evidence of every stage of life. Indeed, there were a few times that we realized if we sat still long enough and just stared into the water, even without the aid of a microscope we were witnessing almost countless examples of life being lived at a furious and frenzied pace.

From massive tadpoles to shy froglets to adults displaying themselves in glory as they basked in the sun’s warming rays, we were treated to a veritable science exhibit on the miracle of transformation these creatures display. We take their process for granted – at least I know I do. But the process of change from tadpole to frog is astonishing.

Tadpoles – Photo: L. Weikel

Teeming Life

In some ways, it felt like we were being given an opportunity to witness evolution on a micro scale. For myself, it felt like reassurance from Mother Nature herself that even if we humans really mess stuff up – which, let’s face it, in many ways and in many places we already have in a very big way – life will find a way.

Looked at one way, this is an extremely reassuring message. In another, it’s a stark reminder of just how inconsequential we humans are.

No matter how you look at it, it’s hard not to feel a sense of awe. It’s also worth pondering, for me at least, what transformation I want to continue creating in my life. Is another metamorphosis in the offing?

“Hey” – Photo: L. Weikel

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Anticipation

I, for one, have thoroughly delighted in all the snow we received this winter. Yeah baby – storm after storm – barely having time to catch our breath. The snowstorms have been so relentless that, here we are, the 9^th of March, and there remain piles of snow on the ground beneath the eaves of our garage where blankets of snow, some 18” deep, slumped off. Yet here I am, brimming with anticipation over the change in weather this week.

Exactly two weeks ago, we were reveling in yet another ‘snow event.’ The township didn’t even bother to plow, cinder, or salt for several hours – quite probably because they have little product left and who knows how unpredictable March will be?! The best part about the lack of plowing was the chance to take a walk in the snow silence that only comes when everything is covered in a downy comforter of white stuff.

And yes, I used the word reveling. My only regret has been that I didn’t go sleigh riding even once. (I know, I know. Most people call it sledding. But it’s always been sleigh riding to me.) While I’m sure having to trudge back up the hill would’ve dissuaded me from taking more than one pass down, even a singlet would’ve been fun.

Snow Blanket – Photo: L. Weikel

Here We Are

But here we are, looking forward to at least three days of temperatures soaring into the 60s, with the chance of actually reaching 70 by Thursday. Nothing volatile at all about March weather, amiright?

And I have to say: I’m feelin’ it. Just this morning, with temperatures still briskly hovering in the low 30s, I filled the bird feeders and noticed yellow green shoots just starting to pierce the surface of the garden. Daffodils are on their way!

I’m excited to document the progress of these sprouts over the next few days. When I close my eyes and imagine the life force in these bulbs, I feel a powerful buzz, a pent-up sense of desire wanting to burst forth toward the sun.

Let springtime commence.