Seasons of Life

After the warmth and sunshine of a few days ago, winter came back with a touch of snow, rain, and much cooler temperatures. Flowers are still coming up, my jonquil still has one hardy bloom, and one more crocus has decided to brave the cold. I’m thinking about planting potatoes next month. But when I went over to share a cup of coffee with a friend this morning, I wore a coat. So, it’s spring one day, winter the next. When I think about it, life is a bit like that. I hear seniors spoken of as being in the winter of their life, young people just starting out are in the springtime of life’s seasons. I look at this a bit differently. I think we can be in more than one season at the same time. In the writing field, I would hope I’m in the springtime even though I’ve been at it for many years. Spring is a flowering  time of hope and blossoms, right?  And then there’s summer. Friendships bloom, flourish and grow just as if they were maturing  under the benevolent summer sun. Winter? Well, although I’ll admit to silvery tresses, hopefully they are only a sign of the other seasons I’ve passed through. The wonderful thing about seasons is that we experience a bit of springtime, a bit of winter, and we’re in a perpetual state of change. In understanding this fast-paced technological society, I may be in…let me see…is there a  foggy season called Perplexity?