Snow on Saturday.
Rain on Sunday.
Strong 25-50 mph winds this Monday.
Could Chicagoland weather be anymore fun?
As two creatures of habit, my retriever mix, Lucy, and I, hobbled over the ice through the nearby wetlands this morning. Every day we take the path by the Poplar Creek, in the rain, snow, or 5 below. Today, the shockingly brisk gusts of wind whistled loudly and blew my hair all over my face, exposing my ears. The piercing cold air stung my skin, and I so regretted not wearing a hat. Yesterday's rain lured me into thinking spring was here.
Finding joy in the outdoors is soothing. I love seeing the weeping willows and the always changing creek, the prickly bushes, and the wild grapevines. They are constants as I traipse through a unique season in my life where relationships are constantly changing. With each step I focus a lot on what's good, minimizing the bad and the ugly. There really is a great deal of good to think about.
The friendship of my elderly parents is deepening, despite the daunting challenges of their declining health. My 24/7 supervision of two high school senior boys (and one junior) while not comfortably routine, is often hilarious, and always interesting. Experiencing the transformation of my boys becoming men is wonderfully gratifying.
This season will not be forever. It will change, as certain as the coming spring.
And just as certain, there will be wonderful treasures to uncover.
What treasures do you find in your season of life?