Several doors down, one of our neighbours has a large tulip magnolia tree in the front garden. Every year around this time, in bursts into bloom. The flowers only remain in full colour for a couple of days, so I always have to time it just right, to get the photos I want.
(Incidentally, I swear one of these days my neighbours are going to have me arrested for trespassing, what with me constantly crawling all over their front lawns. I keep telling Marcus to have bail money ready.)
While I was taking the photographs of these flowers yesterday, I couldn't help but be convinced that winter was over in Houston. I could be totally wrong, of course -- Houston winters tend to be wildly unpredictable -- but the huge explosion of pink just seemed to be a sign from the universe that the occasional cold snaps that we've had over the past few weeks are history, and a message that we should be getting ready for warmer days ahead.
Then I started thinking about signs in general. I don't know about you, but I constantly find myself looking for signs. And I'm not talking about deep, metaphysical signs, either; oh no, I'm more of a mundane, random, makes-no-sense sign-looker:
If the cookie is still sitting there on the counter when I return from running my errands, I think, it's a sign that I should eat it.
If I make the next traffic light, I say, it's a sign that I'm going to have a good day.
And don't even start me on coincidences: the slightest unexpected occurrence, and I work myself up into such an unmitigated tizzy trying figure out its deeper meaning, I put the Double Rainbow Dude to shame.
But the truth is if I step back and think logically for a second, I believe the reason that I'm always looking for a sign is to take the easy way out -- if there's a sign, I don't have to take responsibility for the decisions that follow; after all, it's the universe who led the way. This isn't to say that random occurrences or strange events don't warrant stopping and taking notice; but I think ultimately, it makes more sense to look inwards for the answers -- not to mention, have a little faith. I mean, rarely has my intuition led me wrong, and let's face it: I know whether or not I should eat the cookie. And chances are, the proper perspective is all that's needed to make it a good day.
... I really think winter is over.
Images: Photographed with my Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens. aperture 2.8-3.2, shutter speed 1/500, ISO 200