One can be a bit forgiving when warm weather and bright flowers don’t appear right at the vernal equinox, but by the time Easter rolls around we expect Spring to be here and Mother Nature needs to be read to put on a show!
With Easter/Passover comes a truckload of commercial hype that fuels our unreasonable expectations. There are new Spring clothes in the stores, full of bright colors and made of lightweight materials all ready for those warm days with just a touch of a breeze to keep away perspiration. Gardeners start getting out their tillers and buying flower bulbs and taking cuttings and such in anticipation that surely any day now the ground will be warm enough to actually put something in it that might grow. One afternoon with temperatures in the low 70s is all it takes to convince some that it’s time to take up jogging again and that this time they really mean it.
But then, Easter/Passover comes and it’s 38 degrees with a breeze that’s anything but comfortable and staying under the covers feels so much more comfortable than getting up to do anything at sunrise. Brunch at 11 may even be pushing it a bit. This certainly doesn’t feel like the Spring we were promised, though we’re not exactly sure who made that promise in the first place.
Our expectations for Mother Nature aren’t much different than what we might expect from church on Easter Sunday. We want the hype. We enjoy the show. Yet, more often than not nature fails to deliver anything up to our expectations. The thing about Mother Nature is that she tends to have a temper. We forget that with Spring inevitably come storms.
“You want a show? Here, enjoy this lovely set of tornadoes. Aren’t they amazing?”
So much for that sunrise service.
There have been other very stormy and dangerous Easter Sundays since 1913, but that one still holds the record and stands as a reminder that pushing Mother Nature for a Spring show probably isn’t going to have the results we want. I can distinctly remember one Easter back in the mid-70s where all the cars in the parking lot were treated to mini-egg-sized hail. There were other years where Poppa would stand on the church steps watching clouds form, making plans for what to do “just in case.”
Everyone likes pictures of Spring that are bright and cheery, colorful and whimsical. Toss in a bunny or a baby duck and the “awww” factor increasing many times over. Flowers? Why not! Never mind that they’ve not had time to actually bloom in nature yet. WE WANT FLOWERS!
“Come on, Spring!” is our urgent cry. “We want to wear chiffon and shorts and sandals and have picnics on the lawn! It’s show time!”
Mother Nature, in turn, metaphorically looks at us with a weary, “Go back to bed, I’m not ready to be up yet.”
Personally, I’m with Mother Nature on this one. Don’t rush things. Take your time. Have another cup of coffee. Mother Nature has Spring on DVR. The show will get here soon enough. Have another sweet roll and enjoy the morning.