June Bust

Has anyone else noticed that June has failed to bust out all over?  I turned the heat on this morning!  It is cold.  It is windy.  It rains at inopportune times (when I am loading books from a storage unit to move to the library for a book sale, and again when I am loading books to move from the library back to the storage unit).  This is April weather, maybe May.  But June?

Yes, I do realize that it has snowed here in June.  But that was supposed to have been a fluke.  I don’t want any weather flukes.  None, thank you anyway, Mother dear.  Be a good old girl and get with the program.  Summer!  It is just a week away!  Go take a gander at your calendar, and bring some warmth, please.

OK, pretty please.


A rain-free morning, so I thought I should get those Arbor Day dogwood trees into the ground.  I do love dogwoods, and while I have gotten some sprouts from Arbor Day in the past, none have taken hold.  But I do keep trying. So, into my gardening outfit and out I went into the almost sunshine.  First, I discovered that I had hostas planted where I had chosen to put the trees.  So I had to move the hostas, but there were lots of weeds where I wanted to move the hostas, so I had to do a bunch of weeding.  Weeding just takes me from one weed to the next and eventually I discovered that I am getting slightly damp.  So back to the hostas and get them into the ground.  I discover that it is not simply rain that is dampening me, but hail.  Speed counts now, as I run to finish the hostas.  So then I needed food and a warm cat, and in I go.  Later I remembered that I had forgotten to plant the trees.  Spring will still be here tomorrow.

Muse to Amuse

So, spent part of today sitting by the window watching snow come down onto what was already a white landscape, musing.  It turned out to be a very nice relaxing interlude in an otherwise doing-things-because-they-must-be-done sort of day.  Tax season begins on January 23, and I need to be ready to prepare returns, so what was necessary today and will continue to be necessary for the next few is studying for certification exams so I can work as a volunteer tax preparer again. Interesting occasionally but not a whole lot of fun and certainly not amusing.

But, as the snow fell and I visually measured its depth by how low the cedar branches were hanging, I found myself amused (were you aware that one definition of “amuse” is “to cause time to pass agreeably?).  I contemplated the way the cedar branches inched lower as they became whiter, as opposed to the way the snow accumulated on the dogwood branches without causing the branches to change position.  Perhaps nature was trying to communicate a lesson to me?  There are ways, and then there are other ways, to carry a load.  Loads themselves may be wonderful, even light, not a burden.  When I went out and tapped with my long pole on the branches, the snow fell on me and the branches swung upward in joy and I laughed to feel the burden fall over me and to the ground.

I sometimes think that the time I pass musing is wasted, a frill that I should not admit to anyone for fear of being thought lazy.  But as time does pass, perhaps causing it to pass agreeably is a very good thing.