Spring Awakening and Settling In

farm country sunrise

On a cold spring morning in Ohio, Mother Nature has already begun applying brilliant color to the vast canvas overhead, each brush stroke shifting the mood of the awakening day. I walk along the spongy ground; the evidence of a good soaking rain felt under my feet; and the cacophony of chirps and twitters in the canopy above greet me as I pass.  My body feels the pleasant soreness of the past few weeks of our laboring and I take a few moments, before the busyness of the day begins, to fill my lungs with the cool freshness that follows the gloom of a rainy day.

Spring seems to be battling with winter for her rightful place in nature’s order. Even so, we are beginning to see her fragile signs, the tiny buds pushing forth, making daily progress, and the spring bulbs no longer able to remain dormant in their cold earthen tomb, anxious to display their brilliant colors before the heat of summer fades their beauty.

Central Ohio will be our home through much of this year, as we have chosen to spend time assisting my husband’s folks, allowing them to remain in a home they have shared for 50+ years.  Looking over these 5 acres, there is much evidence of work needing to be done.  Parents who have resided here these many years are no longer able to keep up the pace that this lifestyle demands.  Weariness greets us at the end of each day but we feel the contentment that completing a project brings, although there is still much to be done.  Looking around, we see years of projects that could be added to the list.  Our satisfaction is the smiles witnessed on the faces of the two who have watched their home slowly decline, along with their bodies and perhaps a piece of their spirit, signs of hope beginning to replace worry.

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Season of Passion



the sensual season

thick and ripe with life.


Sun-kissed days

warm and tender.

Cool breezes on bare skin

like fingertips gently caressing.


Intoxicating aromas and tastes

succulent, juicy pears

warmed, spiced cider

exciting the taste buds,

begging for more.


Leaves changing

fiery reds, shimmering golds

passions inflamed.


Colors intensify

building to a climax

heady, fecund

erotic smells envelop me



rhythms gently slow

Mother Nature preparing,

ready to wrap the Earth

in a cooling blanket of white.

 © LuAnn Oburn 2012

If You Like Color ~ San Diego Botanical Gardens

If you like color, texture, or the heady scent of jasmine, orange blossoms, rose or scented geraniums, you might want to spend a few hours at a botanical garden.  The San Diego Botanical Gardens are bursting with color and yummy smells and was a wonderful place to while away the day.  I had been here earlier in the season, and although very nice, Mother Nature appeared to be slumbering, not ready to strut her stuff.  She was standin’ tall for this visit!

Nestled in a neighborhood in Encinitas, this urban oasis boasts  37 acres of lush landscape.  It is divided into 15 geographical regions, Mexico, Australia and the Mediterranean, to name a few.  It was recently voted one of the 10 Spectacular Gardens Around the World; quite an honor I would say.

The emphasis here is on sustainability and conservation and the staff works to protect and restore many endangered plants.  They pass on their knowledge through a wide array of classes and have some great children’s programs I am told.  While there I watched as the friendly staff staged a wedding to take place later in the day.  Quite the romantic backdrop to say ‘I do’.  Besides all this, the San Diego Botanical Gardens features monthly events, the most recent earlier this month being their Chocolate Festival.  Sure sorry I missed that one!

So much beauty compressed into 37 acres.  If you like color, hope you enjoy the slideshow below.

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“It Never Rains in California…”

“It never rains in California, but girl don’t they warn ya. It pours, man it pours.”  Albert Hammond’s song was going through my head as I looked out the window this morning.  Of course, his song was not about the weather but of a struggling songwriter who moves out to California to pursue his dreams, never does, and begins his downward spiral.  Nonetheless, if I stay inside today my mood may begin to deteriorate to the color of the sky – gray.  So before I can  talk myself out of a chilly walk on the beach, out the door I go.

Heading north up the beach, this is what the sky looks like.  I just hope that Mother Nature decides to wait a bit before releasing her fury in the way of big, bone-chilling raindrops.  Right now it is not looking too promising,

I decide to make a stop at the Meditation Gardens at the Self-Realization Fellowship on my way up the beach.  Looking up at it from the beach, it appears as a little oasis on the hilltop, and it is. The real treasures are hidden inside the grounds, lush gardens of flowers, burbling little waterfalls cascading over rocks and koi awaiting feeding time.

After spending a little quiet time I continue up the beach, enjoying the beauty of the constantly changing colors of the sky and the ocean, as the sun shows herself for brief periods.  When it is time to turn and head towards home, the sun decides once again to make herself known, this time in the most unusual of ways.

With the sun shining on foam that has been washed up on shore by the churning of the ocean, a rainbow of colors appears.  I am instantly taken back to my childhood, standing outside on a warm sunny day, blowing bubbles. This image brings a smile to my lips, no matter what the weather outside.  And the best news of all, I am still dry when I step back into the RV.

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