Maybe today is the day I can sink into the March sunshine, letting warmth seep through after a tempest-laden, rain-drenched, whirlwind start to the year. A time that caused more damage than the wild fires of summer, that once again brought misery to the central part of Portugal as thousands languished without electricity and water for days leading into weeks.
Maybe today is the day February’s record rainfall—highest in forty-seven years—can quietly take a back seat. The day I return to my blog on the redesigned website,(www.AlentejoMagic.com) after a year lost in the doldrums. Especially since I notice I haven’t stopped to contemplate with you since the rains began last year…
Maybe I can luxuriate here with lovely Lilly the cat curled against me, her paws brushing the keyboard as I tap, tap, tap away. Her bottom pressed against the dogs as they squabble for space on the sofa, while dappled sunlight spills across us, and we revel in the chance to be outside instead of huddled by the fireside.
Maybe the dandelions, tossing their bright heads in the breeze under the cork oaks
as they compete with the chamomile for the grandest display, will stay open all day. They intertwine like rivers flowing into and out of one another—each beautiful alone, yet infinitely more alive together, richer for being side by side rather than solitary, separate, and small.
Maybe today the warmth will finally reach the sinews of my muscles, and I will settle into the quiet knowledge that spring has truly sprung. That we are on the gentle trajectory that will carry us to Christmas again before we know it. Maybe, maybe, maybe…so many little imponderables to ponder on this exquisite, sun-dappled day.
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