Well it's finally happening! Winter 2014’s chilling, death grip is wavering and in its wake is leaving us with a huge plate of hopeful, springtime possibilities - not to mention potholes and flooded basements.
As I began doubting the perennial rhythm of the seasons this year, I couldn’t help rerunning the many colloquial sayings I heard as a child. It’s funny how forgotten words of “by-golly” good wisdom resurfaces whenever you’re in doubt. (Sort a like an emotional safety net I guess.)
As I began doubting the perennial rhythm of the seasons this year, I couldn’t help rerunning the many colloquial sayings I heard as a child. It’s funny how forgotten words of “by-golly” good wisdom resurfaces whenever you’re in doubt. (Sort a like an emotional safety net I guess.)
Growing up in the baby boomer generation, I often received a lot of “not-so-gentle” reminders in the form of Biblical and Farmers-Almanac-like proverbs from (what I thought at the time) the oldest survivors of the human race – my teachers, parents, grandparents and just about any other grownup who felt the urge to scold random children. (Adults did those sorts of things in the 50s.)
And the reminders frequently came in the form of sayings like: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait, Hope Springs Eternal and The Best Things in Life are Free.
And the reminders frequently came in the form of sayings like: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait, Hope Springs Eternal and The Best Things in Life are Free.
As a child, I never quite understood exactly WHAT those oldsters were talking about and WHY they were sooo very good at complicating life. After all, what good could possibly come to those who lagged behind? I mean the playground swings always went to the fastest runners.
In addition, I had no idea what Hope Springs Eternal meant and, quite honestly, the neighborhood kids I hung with already suspected that the best things in life weren’t really free. (How totally clueless adults were and how obvious they knew nothing about life and even less about childhood!)
In addition, I had no idea what Hope Springs Eternal meant and, quite honestly, the neighborhood kids I hung with already suspected that the best things in life weren’t really free. (How totally clueless adults were and how obvious they knew nothing about life and even less about childhood!)
Fast Forward …. As an adult, I now believe those priceless snippets of poetic wisdom were meant for cerebral storage and later retrieval. I also think my dogged criticism of pointless proverbs just may have been a little short-sighted. (Duh!)
Throughout the days, months, years and decades since childhood, I’ve learned that good things do indeed come to those who wait, and there is no better place to enjoy the rewards of waiting than in Bexley's Jeffrey Woods.
(PS: Just like the extinct dinosaurs of my childhood, I now sometimes find myself sharing age-old words of wisdom with children and love watching their crinkled-up faces and "what-the-heck" expressions.)
Throughout the days, months, years and decades since childhood, I’ve learned that good things do indeed come to those who wait, and there is no better place to enjoy the rewards of waiting than in Bexley's Jeffrey Woods.
(PS: Just like the extinct dinosaurs of my childhood, I now sometimes find myself sharing age-old words of wisdom with children and love watching their crinkled-up faces and "what-the-heck" expressions.)
Enjoy the woods when nature silently revealed itself in
those quiet, "Good Things Come To Those Who Wait" moments.
those quiet, "Good Things Come To Those Who Wait" moments.