Ah…spring in Michigan. This morning I was literally scratching a mosquito bite while I shook snowflakes out of my hair. How can that be? One minute I’m basking in the sun on my deck and the next I’m looking for the gloves I thought I wouldn’t need again until fall. It’s like the weather in my state is completely confused, suffers from a split personality or just truly wants to be mean.
Yet for all the times I shake my fist at the outdoors, when it comes down to it, I can’t get enough of it. I love the feeling of the sun on my face and the smell of rain. I love the stillness of a softly falling snow and the raging temper of a thunderstorm. I love sand between my toes and waves breaking over my ankles. I love the symphony of birds and the lullaby of crickets. There is a lot to love on this big place we call earth.
It’s easy to forget, especially in spring, that every day we’re actually doing quite a bit of damage to this beautiful planet. It’s not that we’re all consciously out to kill the place we live, it’s just that the way we live can cause some pretty serious consequences.