The blue sky is peaking through white curls of cloud, and the sun is laying it's head on the rooftop. There are buds poking through tree branches, soon to become leaves, and the days are bright with Spring air.
This is my favorite time to be alive.
Yesterday, I counted on the first robin of the year. It was standing erect below the May Tree, probably looking for honey suckle berries or earth worms. When I was little, me and my dad would look out for the orange breasts and the golden beaks of this migratory songbird. We would count them well into the Summer months. Some years, we counted more than 30 robins. I guess it was our way of welcoming the important things found in Spring time.
Some people spend their lives imagining the world falling to the worst way, some see half empty jars of jam, others, like myself watch the way of the songbirds and know everything will be alright. When I think of the robins eating beetle grub or using worm castings and mud to create a home, I can't possibly wander to thoughts of the world ending.
There is too much beauty in the outside world for me to look into the beliefs of some humans. "The world will end in a day?" There is too much open sky, too many rivers, and too much history in our buildings to believe such a thing. After all, we aren't the only species who have made a home here.
And. . . . If the world were ever to fall apart, like a bug in a sandstorm, I'd be satisfied knowing I had listened to the birds, ate sandwiches made by loved ones, picked berries by the ocean, and learned to ride a bicycle. I've seen rainstorms, sun sets, and the blushing of a cousin on her birthday. I've heard the sounds of trumpets, church organs, banjos, cellos, and classical guitars. I've had flowers picked for me, I've been the recipient of letters, and above all, I've laughed while laying on the belly of a stranger turned companion.
There is much to breath for and if I had it my way, the earth and it's inhabitants would live forever, but if we don't, whether the end comes in May or December, I will not worry. I will only live the way of the second hand on a clock. Live for now, for now, for now. Tomorrow, there could be collisions, May tree's on fire, buildings broken down, and wounds on our bosom. But what is the use in weeping for what hasn't happened yet?
In other news,
For years, I have dreamed of black laced bell bottoms. Months ago, I found these ones at Urban Outfitters for $60. If you look at the price tag, and understand my frugality, you'll know how much I wanted these pants. Most days, I would never spend more than $30 on a pair of bottoms, but these ones had my name etched on the lace! Now that Spring is here, my legs can finally wear them!
Anyways, I hope your week is pleasant you beautiful thing you!
I'll spend the week anxiously waiting for packages in the mail.
(I can't wait to show you just what I've ordered...)
Kisses xx !!
Black lace Bell Bottoms * Urban Outfitters * $60
Beige lace Top * Thrift Store Value Village * $4
Floppy brown Hat * JC Penny Montana * $5
Floral Tapestry Wedges * www.asos.com * $100