A Lot Like Love
It’s rumored that Will Rogers—favorite son of Oklahoma—said (something to the effect of) If you don’t like the weather here, just stick around. It’ll change in a few minutes. Anyone who has ever been to The Sooner State knows this to be a fact. Springtime can be particularly fickle—a lot like love.
First of all, Spring takes you by surprise. One day there’s snow and yuck, gray clouds and gloom. And then the next thing you know, the crocuses are peeking their fresh, green heads through the near frozen ground. Love does that. Once you’ve decided that it’s not going to come, or that it’s so far away you shouldn’t even dream about it, there it is. You walk into the coffee shop, grocery store, PTA meeting, whatever, and he’s there. That one man who’ll ultimately make your life…a disaster. A lot like Spring.
Now I mentioned the crocuses. Green starts to abound. Beautiful flowers, grass, buds on the trees. Birds are singing, the sun is shining, and it looks like heaven around every corner. But all that can change in a heartbeat. Blue skies turn black and heavy with angry clouds. Rains falls, hail falls, and things get destroyed. A lot like love.
Love can do that. It can tear down your dreams and re-invent you in ways you never wanted to be re-invented. Love can make you question everything about yourself. It can make you jealous, crazy, and crazed. And just when you think it can’t get any worse…it does. A lot like Spring.
Oklahoma is particularly volatile in the Spring. We have twisters that tear through whatever’s in their path. They leave people homeless, destitute, hopeless and generally sad. But the destruction that’s left makes a person remember what’s important. Is it the things in your house or the people who surround you? So what if your car’s on the top of your neighbor’s shed? You’re fine, your family’s fine. (And you’re insured, of course) What matters is that you have someone to hold and someone you can depend on. A lot like love.
But even love mellows. Smooths out until it’s like the crystal clear top of Ten Killer Lake—beautiful, blue, and calm. Love becomes aged and smooth, comfortable, dependable and smart. It becomes June, if you will.
Eventually Spring time levels off as well. The skies turn ugly less and less. The tulips give way to irises. We all plant impatiens and watch the birds nest in our patio plants. Capricious spring turns to steady summer. Flighty, unpredictable love turns to respectful, solid adoration. And all is right with the world…until the heat of August sets in. But that’s another blog...
from the Wild Rose Press
Amie Louellen loves nothing more than a good book. Except for her family…and maybe homemade tacos…and shoes. But reading and writing are definitely high on the list. When she's not creating quirky characters and happy endings she enjoys going to little league baseball games and boy scout meetings. Born and bred in Mississippi, Amie is a transplanted Southern Belle who now lives in Oklahoma with her deputy husband, their genius son, a spoiled cat, and one very hyper beagle.
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