Gary Archibold

Ok. I am back to bogging on a much more regular basis. Wonderful. Lots of stuff to blog about with respect to the weather and our intertwined lives her on this beautiful, fragile, magical planet. Spring in the western hemisphere is truly the dawn of a new age - relative to the yearly cycle - and with it, I have come to question the modality of this perennial cycle. I hear the birds singing in the morning outside my window (a lovely melodic assembly of chirps and perfectly pitched whirls overhead and all around); I long for hikes in the deep thick burgeoning green; the air seems to be refreshed - nay, dare I say refreshing; children dance about in the play yards - their youthful exuberance spawns mindful reflection of carefree younger days in the midst of the sunshine, dew dropped glistening fields, mud, puddles, and bugs, so many insects to chase and be chased by. Lovely fun.

The question is this: how does one keep this spirit of life's renewal program alive throughout the annum? How does one make rebirth and revitalization anew, a seamless ongoing concern, enterprise?

Enjoy your day of redemption and your springtime weather.