Spring is in the air, and I mean that literally. Anyone who lives in the south knows exactly what I’m talking about. Pollen. Pine pollen to be precise. All you have to do is peer out the window and everything looks covered in lime Jello. Not the delicious gelatin made with hot water (though I find the thought amusing) but the powder itself that comes in the box.
Growing up in the Midwest, I’m used to trees that have leaves, not needles and pine cones, but real leaves that eventually turn color in autumn and flutter to the ground leaving bare limbs that stand out in winter like giant plant people from some horror movie directed by Tim Burton.
The other day I happened to catch the local weather. Our pollen count was over 8,000! In case you don’t know, anything above 90 is considered high. I’ve driven through pollen “dust storms” so thick you’d of thought you were traipsing across the Sahara. Fortunately, I’m not one who suffers from hay fever, but there are those around me who snort Benadryl from late February to June, consume more tissues than a stood up bride and stumble around like the Walking Dead viewing the world through red, teary orbs some might call eyes. But that’s not really the side of spring I wanted to talk about.
Spring is also a time of renewal. A rebirth if you will of hope and better things to come. Spring is lovely in the south, at least on the days you can see through the green haze. The Bradford Pear trees bloom so white they make me think of popcorn balls. Our double knockout rose bushes are loaded with buds begging to burst open at a moment’s notice. I think they’re going to be especially nice this year. Carpets of Bermuda grass are greening nicely and I’ve already had to mow my lawn…twice. The Crepe Myrtles have sprouted and the Dogwoods are in full bloom. Add in the colorful azaleas and the long, lavender blooms of wisteria and you’ve got a palette of colors and aromas that only the Supreme Being could have imagined. Now that’s the spring I wanted to talk about.
I can’t believe it’s spring already. It seems like yesterday that our first Great Granddaughter was born. That was December 10th. She’ll be 5 months old in a couple of weeks. Sadly, we lost our cat, Ty, last fall. He was 16 and lived a long, happy life. It took a few months for us to heal up, but in mid-January we adopted a new kitten named Truffles. Truffles has been part of our family for 3 months now. We’ve watched him triple in size during that time. Like all kittens, he loves to play and he gets into everything! I think he’s part Maine Coon and part mountain lion. At least HE thinks so as he jumps from couch to couch with the finesse of a circus acrobat.
Time changed. “Spring forward, fall back.” We were invaded by leprechauns, arrow shooting cherubs, and the Easter bunny. We celebrated March 4th, the only day of the year that is a command. March Madness came and went. We did our spring cleaning and threw out things I’m sure I never knew I owned.
The only thing I didn’t do this spring was meet my second book deadline. I had hoped to release Maiden of Death by mid-spring, but life got in the way. Family medical issues caused me to lose momentum until I gradually came to a stop. The laws of physics say a writer at rest tends to stay at rest. So basically, it’s Sir Isaac Newton’s fault I haven’t finished the story yet. However, I AM back to writing now and by the same token, a writer typing tends to stay typing. So, I’ll forgive Sir Isaac Newton this time and say that I hope to release Maiden of Death, Book 2 of the Forgotten Gods trilogy, later this summer. I’ll have more details as they develop. Needless to say, there will be a contest and other good stuff to kick off the release.
In the meantime, enjoy the spring pollen…um…sunshine and fresh air. Keep reading and support your favorite authors. Until next time, thanks for believing.