Good morning! Eyes are better, still could use longer arms for fine print, but it gets better each day.
Woke up this morning, feeling just fine. More sunshine, and while it isn’t much warmer, the day promises that spring is near. I noticed something odd this week, something I can’t lay at the feet of my new lenses. There are no dandelions so far this year. Typically, in Ontario, the peak time for dandelion blooms is in April and early May, but here it is, April 24, and not a single dandelion in sight. That just goes to show how screwed up the weather is. Since dandelions are the first food bees get when they leave the hives, there isn’t much of anything for them to eat. That is not a good sign.
Today’s letter is one of the uncomfortable ones from the end of the alphabet. There aren’t a lot of unique or particularly interesting nouns that start with U, but the one the best is universe.
The universe is vast and wonderful, filled with stars, planets, comets, asteroids, satellites–both natural and man-made–and a space station. A few weeks ago, there was also a spaceship up there orbiting first this planet and then the moon. Sadly, there’s something else up there–garbage, or rubbish as Suzy Turner would say. Bits and pieces of broken things just floating around, waiting for orbits to decay so that they can plummet to earth in a blaze of glory. Isn’t that what humans did when they first sailed the oceans? Dumped their garbage in it? Since my surgery, I’ve been amazed to see the stars and the moon, so much brighter than before. The mystery and wonder of it all. No wonder our ancestors created such wonderful myths and legends about it.
Living the Dream 