I’m not a patient person. As this cold/flu/bronchitis crawls on into its 12th day, I’m discovering just how impatient I can be. It’s not something I’m proud of. But I hate being sick. Not walking. Not really wanting to eat. And worse still, doing taxes because it’s something I can do.
Nature provides me with lessons on life all the time. Here’s a recent favorite. This sign is well over eight feet tall.
What I love is that coming out of the top is fresh, growing grass. In our searing heat last summer, that grass, crawled up, inch by inch, in 110-degree heat in a metal tube. Grass that does not grow that tall. It just kept climbing. Now it’s reached the top.
And now it’s found the sun and recent rain. That is patience. Patience with not idea of a result. Just patience.
A lesson well-taken.
—-Quinn McDonald is still coughing and sneezing herself through tax season.
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