With spring come longer, and happily, warmer days. The flowers push forth from winter’s slumber, stretching toward the sun. It is time to shake off the sleepy gray days and refresh for another season. Good. But with many joys come requisite tasks. It is time to freshen the mulch, packed by snow. It is time to clean the gutters, clogged with the last remnant of autumn leaves. It is time to shed those extra pounds, nicely hidden under the layers of thick knit sweaters. It is time to become our summer selves.
To children, the changing season brings anticipation of release from the confines of required school hours. But that hopefulness is tempered by the looming reality of final exams. For older kids, thoughts turn to summer jobs and full wallets. To be sure, they must pass the nervous excitement of proms and graduation. Seasons change with painful bliss – the oxymoron of hopeful dread – reminding us of the duality of our nature. We must overcome those things we avoid to achieve those things we desire.
For we adult citizens, the spring carries the cries and conflicts of our election process. Candidates vie for our attention. Do we hope for our future or fear it? Do we value experience and tenure or seek change of course? Mostly, are we tired of the bickering? Primary Election Day is May 7. It matters who will lead. And, it matters that democracy is only ruled by majority if we fulfill our duty to cast a ballot. Are we happy with the condition and direction of our community? Do we want change? The season is here and mustn’t be ignored. Maintenance is simple. Repair is costly. Please, take the time to vote. Absence makes no statement but disregard.