Who Am I? Spring has Sprung

Spring is one of my favorite times of the year. All the flowers are popping their little heads up and showing such bright, beautiful smiling faces to the world so tired after a long winter.

Easter lilies blooming makes me think of MamEaster lilies blooming makes me think of Mama and when I see the first tulips open up and I remember the Easter Sunday my family celebrated at Uncle Floyd's farm down at Lanton.


It was a glorious spring day the sun was shining, and we were all gathered together having a beautiful day. Then I followed a cousin to the tulips. Following my cousin to the beautiful flowers would prove to be a bad mistake. But we were little kids. Lisa said let's pick 'em. It's okay she said cause Aunt Hazel was her grandma, so it had to be okay. Right?

Well, Daddy didn't see it that way. Boy, was he mad? I had to apologize and then so I wouldn't forget what I had done, they insisted that every picture had to include the tulips. He told me that way I would remember and not pick someone else' flowers without permission again. Boy, it worked on me, Still, couldn't bring myself to pick someone's flowers today.

But what can I say, I love the beginning of each season the crisp, fresh air of fall mixed with the beautiful colors of the trees. Then, as fall has ended in rushes the snow that I totally adore and then we have summer with the warmth that wraps you like a blanket in its arms.

Today I will just concentrate on the beauty of the new growth that fills the trees and the flowers which are poking up to greet me with a vibrancy that is truly magical.

These are all things that being bipolar has caused me to learn to focus on. When my mind stays on point with something even as trivial as the blooming of a tiny flower it makes handling the complexities of life far easier. I have my methods of handling this thing that I was born with, and I hope that others who face the same trials can learn this little trick as well.