It is presumptius of me to think that everything around the world needs to conform to my own midwestern views. Ive been aware of this for awhile now, but I cant shake it off. There are some things like human rights that I feel are universals, and that no amount of history or tradition should stand against these. Other things are more pedestrian, like winter.
Snow should exist somewhere in winter. Im flexable, ice is an acceptable substitute. Plants should no grow in winter. This said, I talk about the "winter" weather in town ALOT. Maybe 10 time a day I say "its cold, im cold, are you cold". It is, its 55 degrees cold!
Wildflowers do not share the same ideas as I do. Its probally good, I like a diversity of openions and I like flowers. Over this last week I have watching at first the start of the yellow flowers that will soon blanket my region for a few weeks, slowly gaining speed like an avalnce that will never be here until in late March it will all disapear for another year.
One of the sign to me that winter has gone, is that smells like spring. It is the same wind as last week, but now its full of spring. It smells like fresh earth, like cool rains, like bright sunlight. This is the best smelling spring of my life. It smells like potential, and I take in deep whiffs of it as I walk though town watching plants green up and flowers comming to bud on bushs that I had walked by for the last nine months. It is a good season.
One really strange to me thing to watch is people collecting animal forage while using a station wagon. There is no reason why people need to use the old methods of transportaion, witness our very own President Bush 42 who drives around his ranch but has few horsey skills. When the prodigical son returns from Spain, it only seems fair he should help his long suffering mother by loading his new car up with mountains of food for the goats.
Moroccans are very particular people. Sometimes the sun is to hot, sometimes to cold. The ideal way to be during this season seems to be wrapped up in a few layers to stay warm, but sitting in the shade. I guess this cuts the amount of skin cancer, but it also seems a little...out of sync to me. I sit in the sun and love every minute of it.