While not completely understood, certainly by me, Black Holes absorb everything around them with a gravitational pull that allows nothing to escape. Sluuuurrrp. Gone. And Spring. Well. It explodes out rather than in – the opposite really from a gravitational pull into nothing.
And yes, the photo is my spring garden. I’m inordinately proud of having a plot of Texas Bluebonnets – true, no Indian Paintbrush, but the red tulips will have to do.
It doesn’t feel like Lent anymore. It just feels like living.
It’s not that nothing is getting done. Along with spring exploding all around a big box arrived from Spring Hill Nursery with more plants that needed planting in wet ground right away.
So while my body was physically, although slowly, planting and bending and doing, my head was pretty empty of thinking or words. A Black Hole head and a Spring body??? Well. Something like that.
My Lenten discipline to avoid abruptness has survived mostly because I was sick for a couple of weeks and even after couldn’t move very fast anyway, but my head and my Lenten reflections? Gone. Pulled into a gravational field that will not give them back.
So how’s your nine-day-old springtime going? And your Lenten resolve? Did you lose March, too? And where did it go to?