Remember that song from the late 70s, “RAINBOW CONNECTION”? (Sung famously by Kermit the Frog and covered by a ton of artists after..) — it’s the song that comes to mind when I remember the splendor of seeing a rainbow above Manhattan Friday afternoon after a quick shower. We were expecting a thunderstorm, but Mother Nature gave us a break.
It’s hardly discernible from the picture I took upon seeing it, as I caught it as it was about to “disappear” into the clear sky that was revealed after the grey skies had passed. Magnificent..
One thing that has always had me in awe year in and year out since I moved to this side of the world is how dramatic Mother Nature’s changing of the seasons happens. Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall — each season is marked by very pronounced changes that serves as a reminder that time will stop for no one.
Even as the trees shed their blooms, the carpet of petals that gather on the ground directly under it is yet another statement of constant change.
Twenty minutes to midnight and I can hear my boy snoring ever so lightly. He’s a big boy and has always been a big boy. When he was a baby, my mother used to get worried that his snoring might not be normal. (Apparently, none of my siblings nor I snored when we were younger.) The doctor assured me it was normal. Besides, it wasn’t a real snore — you could just hear him breathing more audibly.
I can’t believe we’re halfway through May now. Spring has taken a step back yet again with our temperatures dipping to 40. I wish the weather would make up its mind temperature-wise. I felt the heater and it’s on again. And to think I was getting ready to wear my summer clothes already. I guess not yet.
I spent the weekend creating necklaces — for myself. I managed to finish five necklaces in all — including the one for Lou and a friend. I revised the necklace for Lou to have a pendant of Our Lady of Lourdes as its focal point. I made one for another friend who is a devotee of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I have been on a creative streak, yet I have managed to botch up my necklace for the wedding this weekend. I had initially bought 4 strands of gorgeous pearls and bought an additional 2 strands last Friday, but when I put them side-by-side, they were of different shades. I will go and check out which shade has additional strands I can get to complete 6 strands in all.
The good news is I might eventually get the chance to do a photowalk through Bryant Park — maybe tomorrow on the way to my pearl supplier =) I actually did manage to stop and take some macro shots of tulips that had already bloomed and opened. There’s more in the park. Tomorrow, it is!
For the second day now, I’ve noticed that the leaves have started changing colors. I have been watching the trees along the pathway I walk to the bus stop every morning, and if I weren’t in such a hurry, I would’ve stopped to snap a picture. If I can, I will try to do that on a daily basis beginning tomorrow just so I can chronicle how Mother Nature majestically changes the landscape before our very eyes.
Sadly, time flies so fast during the seasons, more so in autumn. What you see this morning might change dramatically tomorrow. There are even certain points when rainfall will wipe away a whole swath of greens and leave you with a carpet full of wet leaves on the ground. At times a robust leafy tree bursting with the colors of fall becomes a sad, bare tree after a weekend of shedding leaves.
Autumn, I think, is the best illustration of what everyone proclaims with such conviction, that life is short. It is a reminder that what might be here today might be gone tomorrow.
But there are those who defy the laws of nature as they say. There is this unusual tree that I pass along 34th street around Murray Hill after the bus emerges from the tunnel in the morning which, despite its leaves turning brown and wilted, clings tenaciously to its dry leaves LITERALLY through rain, sleet or snow. It must be some unusual property of that particular specie, but I have always marvelled at how it stands tall with those leave clinging to it for dear life. No matter how much snow falls, and how long the snow stays — it stands like a proud old man not wanting to give in.
The mornings are colder now, the evenings colder still. I am resisting wearing a fall coat for now — a jacket serves me well. I always have a silk scarf in my bag anyway to tide me through the walk back to the house from where I get off the bus. It’s cold enough not to have the airconditioner on. Sometimes even the electric fan can be chilly. (Me and my old bones. =)
I like hot. Spring and summer are my favorite times of the year. Fall sees me hunkering down for the onslaught of the cold winter. The only thing I like it about it really is the visual delight it gives, more so when we go for a drive in the countryside, or when I go walking in Central Park. This year, I have a possible buddy to walk with, my serious photographer friend here at work, D, who gave me that non-digital camera a while back. =) I didn’t get to go last year. I am more optimistic about clicking away with my cam now that D and I talk more.
Isn’t that crazy that Central Park is a short ride away by bus (10 minutes) — and I have to plan it like a major trip? Blame it on work, and the fact that I have to rush home to see the boy right after during the days I’m in the city.
I know I promised myself I’d take a day off one of these days to just go and do some things I like by myself. I haven’t done that yet. October might provide me an opportunity to do it, so wish me luck.
I’ve started thinking about my Christmas card again. Last year, I did a zentangled piece. This year.. we’ll see. I will plan it this October and get it done by the first week of November. For the last couple of years now, I’ve always hand-made my holiday cards. Why stop now?
Meanwhile, My Altered Book has been changing quite drastically, with several additions and do-overs. I’m now at page 96. I’m chronicling the changes in photographs but I’ve been too lazy to upload them to Flickr and show them here. I really love my happiness journal. Every day I surf for passages to add to the book, I find so much wisdom out there that makes sense to me. It helps to set my mood right in the mornings when I sit on the bus and I open the book and just pick a page with a passage and read. Maybe I should read it at the end of the day, too. It seems that I’m needing “calm” more and more when my day comes to an end. Last night, I almost cried. I held it in, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and just sat alone as the boy worked on his homework.