Well ... the election is over -- no one won (yet at least till the re-counts) how ever Spring is arriving regardless. With thoughts on that, here is Maple Ridge resident Sandy Macdougall;
No other season of the year brings as much joy, hope and boundless energy as Spring. It's enough to make me feel sorry for those poor folks who don't enjoy four seasons.
No other season of the year brings as much joy, hope and boundless energy as Spring. It's enough to make me feel sorry for those poor folks who don't enjoy four seasons.
Spring is the season of renewal in our part of the world.
Everywhere you look you can see signs of the miracle of
rebirth as nature works its magic.
From golden daffodils and dandelions to magnificent
blossoming Oriental cherry trees, the colour palette of Mother Nature never
ceases to amaze me anywhere there is a Spring season.
Consider for a chilly moment the Arctic
or Antarctic. Other than a few pathetic penguins, starving polar bears or
wandering international scientists, if you don't like snow and ice, our polar
regions have very little to offer that can rekindle your spirit in the same
manner as Spring. Perpetual winter has very little appeal to warm-blooded
humans.
The same is true about desert regions which boast of
twelve sunny months per year. That's enjoyable for a few months but the enjoyment
wears thin. The only relief from the boredom of the desert is in those
infrequent years when the arid regions are inundated with a two hundred-year
rainstorm following which the desert will actually bloom in a fantastic array
of colour and life.
Sadly, this wonder soon dissipates and life in the desert
returns to its routinely boring heat and dryness. You can only admire saguaro
cacti and other desert plants for so long before you begin to perish from
thirst and loneliness.
Meanwhile in the more temperate wilderness, bears will
have awakened from their winter hibernation and introduced their cubs to the
awe inspiring bounty of nature. Other wilderness creatures will have followed
suit.
Even domestic animals have joined in the stimulating
atmosphere and brought forth their offspring. We can see and hear Spring lambs,
calves and colts cavorting about in farm yards, pastures and fields scattered
throughout the countryside. It is an infectiously joyous time for everyone and
every living thing.
Only where you can experience a Spring season can you
enjoy the creative expectation that flows from cultivating and planting an
outdoor garden patch.
A garden can also be a quiet, contemplative place to which
you can escape the worries of the world and that's always best enjoyed in
Spring.
Of all the marvelous things which can be said about its
arrival, personally, the most enjoyable aspect and surest sign that Spring has
arrived can be observed through a visit to any local baseball park.
Kids, adults, grandparents and even family dogs have begun
the ritual of the ball season.
There can be no greater reward than watching your
great-grandchildren running, hitting a ball or just having a great time at
their local ball park.
Coaches, parents, kids and dogs can be seen scattered
along the sidelines of almost every field. In and around the dugouts and
whatever seating is available, there will also be the empty, spit out husks of
sunflowers seeds.
Young and old players, coaches, parents, ground crews and
umpires all add to the upbeat atmosphere where, with the younger players,
winning isn't as important as participation.
It's different for older players who have sat around their
man caves grouching and griping throughout the winter about the lousy hockey
season but, come Spring, they also have a renewed spirit as the slow pitch and
fishing seasons unfold. They can also dust off their quads and four-wheel drive
toys and once again take to mud holes and off-road areas.
There is no other season of the year in which all of these
things can be so easily enjoyed as they can in Spring. We have seen the desert
bloom and we have seen the snow, ice and glaciers of the north but none of that
beckons to us like being home in the Spring.
SANDY Macdougall ... is a retired newspaper reporter. He was elected for
three consecutive terms to Maple Ridge municipal council in the late
1970s and early 1980s, and also ran for the Progressive Conservatives in
Kim Campbell's ill-fated federal election campaign.
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