summer will come

by humanmama on April 23, 2012

Today it’s -gulp- snowing. And I must say, I’m not too happy about it.

It was 80 degrees on Friday. Eighty. And if you’ve read this blog for even a little while, you know that I love the warm weather. I became a gardener when we bought the house we’re in now, and it’s one of the very few hobbies I’ve been consistent about in the last 10 years.

Okay, 30 years.

But on a wintry Pittsburgh climate-change-type day, when it’s been 80 and now it’s, maybe, 37 degrees, I have to think about gardening and weather as a metaphor for life. Because there are always the warm, gorgeous, 80-degree days of life, and then there are the wintry mix school-delay slick-road hazards of life. And today might be the latter, but summer will come.

I know a woman, an amazing woman, who was pregnant with her 4th baby and who realized it had stopped moving, and who had to be told that it had passed away and then still give birth to that baby. And lo, it did snow, and the barren lands were icy and hard that day.

I know a woman who couldn’t get pregnant, and tried, and tried, and spent lots of money with her fantastic husband but still, it just wasn’t to be. And they adopted a gorgeous child and lived happily ever after…until this last week, when she found out she’s pregnant. No one knows why, or how, or when, or what happened, but she’s pregnant. And then the sun did shine on the land, and then did the happiness of the sparrows sing out to the heavens.

There will always be winter days. Days of unhappiness or depression. Days of laziness or unhealth. Days of stress and hardship. Days of real, true heartbreak.

But summer will come, my friends. As sure as I’m alive. It always does. And with it: hope.

Even these days...

...eventually give way to these days.

 

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