So I dragged out my chair, placed it in the middle of the driveway and plopped my very tired butt (and very achy knee) down in it. Turning to face the mountain, I then proceeded to let my mind wander as I decompressed and allowed the rhythm of nature to slowly engulf my spirit. As my mind wandered, I let my gaze focus on the mountain, and a few minutes later, a shadow fell across my spirit as I got to thinking about the mountain.
In previous years, during the spring and summer, the mountain looked something like this:
However, after the world famous Storm Alfred swept through and did this:
The first thought that crossed my mind was that the mountain looked like a fusillade tore through it. In other words, it looks something like this:
Depressing, isn't it.
Anyways, it got me to thinking about this particular unpleasntry: What if Spring decided to bypass the mountain completely, or at the very least, do a hop skip and jump across the mountain, leaving some areas of the mountain full of natural green, and leaving the others stripped and barren like the picture there?
The picture above really can't do justice to what I'm currently looking at whenever I step outside, but the comparison to a cannon fusillade is spot on. Cedar Mountain currently looks like the end result of encounter between the Army of the Potomac and the Army of Virginia, leaving the trees battered, bruised and twisted beyond normal.
It's enough to make a grown man or woman cry. Or at the very least, have his or her day start off with a slight darkening of the clouds.
Yeah, I'm really enjoying Spring in my neighborhood right now.