Changes

Well it seems that March is showing us its other side this week, cold, windy and robust. I know, I know, everybody is clamouring for the warmth and colors of spring. But wait just a minute, this is the Midwest, land of the hearty farmer and meat butcher; home of the windy politician and sanctuary to people like me who enjoy seasonal delights like the changing of the leaves and abundant snow falls!

What would life be if we were always basking in a luke warm 75 degrees with constant sunshine? It sounds like Miami to me ... boring ...

Give me the challenge of a  blustery winters day with the sun shining through the ominous clouds of an equinotical December, or a crisp and clear autumnal afternoon when the sun gently warms the golden leaves of October. Perhaps a warm and moist summers day in the park lightly sprinkled by a passing July shower. But, most certainly give me diversity if nothing else.

As long as things are in flux I find myself at ease, it is when life comes to a halt that I get nervous. I guess that it makes me feel alive to be apart of change, to be in the mix of Mother Nature's menage and to be witness to its wonder.

So give me your best shot March! Give me all the seasons rolled into one with all the volatility you can muster. Let it snow, and blow, and rain and grow. If we can make it through March Madness than surely April will be a piece of cosmic cake ...