BACK TO REALITY

My banana, in it's post breakfast form now occupies my little tummy...almost time to head out onto the country roads adjacent to the house for a good run. No more sugar-sand beaches, seagulls or huge gelatinous jelly fish to occupy my thoughts while jogging. It's all relevant to where you're at though isn't it?

There is something about being in springtime Michigan that makes life seem just as magical as a month by the seashore. Yesterday, as I made my way down a stretch of brown, muddy dirt and crushed gravel the miracles of a season in renewal were sprouting up all around me; rivulets of melted snow soon to be filled with a thundering chorus of spring peepers; the soft green nubs of emerging buds tipping the branches of lilac bushes; the smell of warming hay and mud covering a small pasture where several cows stood lazily, their big, soft eyes monitoring my progress.

Soon the tilling of the garden will begin. Tiny, delicate shoots will blossom into crispy, juicy snap-beans. Towering tomato plants in moveable pots on small wheeled platforms will need to have their overloaded, fruit bearing branches staked up. Even with all of the work involved, every chore will be a labor of love because seasons pass quickly the older one becomes.

And at some point, sometime - probably after the first hard frost or when I am staring at an enormous mound of fall leaves that need to be raked, my thoughts will return to the view from a different place; on a balcony by the ocean.