Spring is Coming

Jascin N. Leonardo Finger • March 15, 2021

It seems to be creeping in here and there. One of the first signs is snowdrops and we have some popping out at the MMA – particularly in protected areas. I believe our snowdrops are older varieties that have been on our properties for at least 100 years. I have not found a variety yet that is as nice or as resilient as the older ones.   


I think, more than last year, we are all more desperate for spring. Last year, the COVID-19 Pandemic was new, for lack of a better word, and terrifying. Now, its old, still terrifying, and tiresome at the same time. And for those who have lost loved ones, it’s absolutely devastating. Children want sports and playdates. Adults want to walk in and out of a store without overthinking what they touched and how close they got to someone and, “Was that person’s mask really appropriate, CDC-blessed coverage?” It’s exhausting. Stressful.



And now, I find myself congratulating people on getting a COVID-19 vaccine! Who knew we would celebrate shots. Though I know it was celebratory for polio and other vaccinations – I/we just have not lived through that. 

So while we continue to worry, overly wash our hands (though that is important!), and queue up online and in-person to get vaccinations, let’s not forget the beauty that surrounds us and see the good in what nature provides. 


JNLF


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