College of the Holy Cross, Worcester MA
The temperature did hit 50 degrees in Worcester this afternoon, though a brisk north wind carried some chilliness that blunted the strength of the warm sunshine. After sitting on a bench for a short while, I strolled by the greenhouse, and noticed how full it suddenly was. So many plants and flowers, all neatly arranged, waiting to be spread out around campus.
Spring is taking a long time to arrive in Worcester this year... I don't remember it being this much of a wait last year. Some other things that I've been waiting for lately have also been taking a long time to arrive: more confidence in the classroom, less self-criticism about myself in general, a greater readiness to be generous with my time and my talents when the situations in which I might do so inspire more fear than fortitude, more anxiety than ambition.
I'm trying to hope that these graces I seek– but don't always ask for– are growing somewhere, and will one day be given to me to take root in my life, somehow... just like a campus that is still not quite ready for the flowers in the greenhouse, though desirous of the season that they signify.
Spring does feel as if it is arriving slowly this year, even in Philadelphia. I assuaged my winter blahs with a trip to Longwood Gardens last month. :)
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