– It’s spring! Don’t you just love spring?
– Winter will come again. It always does.
– The ice has melted. Like e. e. cummings said,
“in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious”
– It’s supposed to rain again tomorrow.
– But this is today! And we’re alive in this spring moment!
– A more responsible view is to remain mindful that the seasons are in constant motion, and anything can happen and usually does. In any case, from a universal perspective, there is only one season, a murkiness that lends itself to a contemplation of a dark void.
– Yes, but it’s spring! And I feel like hop-scotching and jumping rope!
– It won’t be long before the hurricane season will be upon us again, to say nothing of tornadoes. As Robert Frost pointed out, “Some say the world will end in fire / Some say in ice.” And he should have known; he was a poet. But I don’t see how it much matters, an end is an end is an end is an end, but all these literary allusions are just illusions to wile away the time until winter comes again and we cry out, “Winter is icummen in,” and you know the rest.
– Oh, you’re just an old goat!
Look at this wonderful picture I took last night with my cell phone of the moon glowing through the cherry blossoms!
– Reminds me of the time we went to see “The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension!,” and they burnt the popcorn. Besides, you can’t fool me; that’s not the moon – that’s an electric spotlight in the parking lot of The Old Spaghetti Factory.
– Listen! I think I hear a whistle!
A Cat For All Seasons
The Coming of the Toads 
I love your style, happy and frantic. I’ll be back for more. And to find out about the cats.
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Thanks, Jane, for reading and comment!
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Lovely blog. Love your cats!
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Thanks! Those cats are great company, but they sure sleep a lot.
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Sorry they sleep so much, maybe they need more to eat? http://www.segmation.wordpress.com
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Thank you, Joe. I enjoy your work. I am, now, sharing you on Facebook.
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Holy crap! Anyone who digs Buckaroo Banzai is OK with me. :) Cherry blossoms and Spaghetti factory sounds like my back yard in Vancouver
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Buckaroo recommended by old friend years back who later also suggested A. C. Weisbecker’s “Cosmic Banditos.” Not sure there’s any connection – well, quarks, and epilogues, maybe. Thanks for reading and comment. Yes, you can spot those cherry blossoms a mile or more up river!
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No connection whatsoever. Buckaroo stands alone.Even less connection – have you seen Black Sheep?
Enjoy the blossoms.
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Freezing-wonderful spring here – it occurred to me that our jumbled sense of self, and time, may affect the identity of seasons? In the way identity forms through identifications with significant others – which must be us, since we invest seasons with our experience, name and judge seasons to be’ just so’, yet nothing seems to be just so any more. There we go, I’m confused. But who would the old cat be … murkiness that lends itself to a contemplation of a dark void … without the young one … but this is today! And we’re alive in this spring moment!
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Thanks, Ashen. … When we lived near the beach on Santa Monica Bay, kids growing up, Barb will remember this, I heard folks say LA had no seasons. But that’s not true, LA has seasons, but unlike, say, the Northeast of Thoreau’s “Walden.” LA’s seasons, if one paid attention, included a foggy season, usually during June, when fogs socked in down near the beach, lifting toward afternoon, every June, wet mornings that turned dry and warm by evening. And the Santa Ana winds, now there is a season (speaking of winds, Barb) – Joan Didion wrote an essay on these winds, and, Ashen, just as you say, Didion talks about a kind of “jumble[d] sense of self” that comes with the winds. I wrote about Didion’s essay here . Ashen and Barb: I hope you both can find a copy of Didion’s essay on the Santa Ana winds. Let me know! Meantime, we are expecting some sun here this weekend, causing another LA memory, the “Solid Gold Weekends” of Top 40 radio hits. Cheers to this moment! This magic moment?
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I had heard of Santa Ana before, but not of Joan Didion. I had a look into the essay. Impressive, how the effect of this wind is expressed. Great quote used, from Chandler … Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen …
And I came upon the term ‘foehn’ the strange quirk of weather I grew up with. The Alps would come menacingly close, tinted blue, leaden clouds pressing down on the leaden lake. And erratic behaviour was rife. If nothing else puts us in our place, weather does.
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I’m glad you found Didion, Ashen. Weather & the psyche – great theme.
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you’re a nut!! but a delightful one. It is still a little bit winter here in the desert because of the winds!
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Hey, Barb…Yes, there’s that window of winds. At least in the desert the winds are golden.
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