Ode to Springtime’s past
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. ”
T.S. Elliott “The Waste Land”
As I get older, I become more aware of why retired people of means, head south with the birds when the weather chills. With each year, winter becomes harder for me to bear. I know the ‘turning of the seasons’ are something I should embrace, but time has become more precious. I miss the green, the flowers and birds and the life that is sleeping in the snow. While the winter rages on we are torn between the desire for the greener, warmer days and the memory of springtime’s past.
But I refuse to allow my melancholy fester into a funk. Or you dear reader, either. So I am posting photographs of a visit I made last spring to the Overland Park Botanical garden in suburban Kansas City and count the days to April.
The park has several paths both paved and gravel. One of the paved paths has a statue garden featuring some notable statues as Michael Jackson, Confucius, and impressionist Claude Monet painting flowers.
A children’s (and Adult children) area features model trains, a caboose, and tiny towns. There are also several quirky aerial statues.
The photos remind me of a warm spring day in the park and the hope that soon it will be warm and stay warm and the park and I shall be reunited……some day.