It’s me! me and leaves!

I realise I rarely post, but an event of such magnitude happened yesterday that I am forced to take laptop in hand and tell you all about it.  No, it was not the birth of Tumnus, although bless those of you who assume I will be thinking about such mundane things that quickly after labour and delivery.  No, yesterday’s event of delight was that I raked leaves.  Now, I can see from the looks on several imagined faces out there, that you are thinking I must have a pretty low standard all of a sudden or else just have a real thing for dead flora.  Well, I don’t know how much I care for the dead stuff, but the revised standard may have some truth to it.  I look at it this way: for some obscure reason, this winter has been the longest, darkest night of the soul I have ever remembered in my life and one which I hope to never repeat.  Snow is a delight, but constant cold, well, this year I am sick of it.  I just feel like I’ve been at the bottom of a barrel for a long long LONG time.  Everyone keeps saying I’ll climb out one day, but it’s beginning to feel like the second coming.  WELL.  Yesterday, I had a glimpse of the coming kingdom because it was actually warm enough to go outside.  I did physical activity!!  I accomplished a task that wasn’t school related! (or church related)  I wasn’t sitting inside feeling sorry for myself!  Sure it was only raking leaves, but that is something that, back in the fall, I couldn’t do.  I remember looking out the window at all the leaves blowing around and piling up in the flower beds and then doubling over with pain and nausea (no that was me doing the doubling, not the leaves, ignore my modifier placement).  And it just seemed so wretched that I couldn’t do what seemed the simplest, ordinary task.  I know everyone says “your life will never be the same!!!” (Which I’m so so SO tired of hearing), but there are a couple things that I sort of think will be the same, like the changing of the seasons, the falling of leaves and the need to get out and rake them.  I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure this is not another virgin birth, this is not a messianic child about to be born here; the seasons will continue as regularly scheduled.  And since the whole thing yesterday only took about an hour, I figure, Okay my life changes, but the leaves will be there, it’s only an hour and surely, I can do that.  It may occur later (in this case 6 months later) than I may think, or not in exactly the way I plan, but I can do that.  So those crumbly, soggy, partly frozen and filthy dirty leaves are the symbol of all my hopes for the future.   If Carol Shields were alive she would recognise a small ceremony when she heard it.  I was so stinking pleased with myself, I even let David take a photo, which I am sure will be posted here soon (don’t know how to do that yet.) For those regular readers of this blog (who on earth are you?!) you will come to learn all about small ceremonies as I am pretty sure I will be having a lot of time at home soon and I will be looking for just such things to keep me going.  Anyway, ttfn.  wendy