Spring and some other thought...or two

Never have I been so excited to see it officially be spring again, except maybe for last year and the year before that... Seriously though I am really excited that it is spring and there are a few flowers that are blooming and soon the leaves will be on the trees again. The other morning walking out to my car I heard all of the birds chirping, I think they chirp happier when they know spring is arriving! I kid but I don't know maybe they do. Now I am so ready to go places and take photos and such. I'm on this big kick of wanting to find old buildings, churches and of course covered bridges to take photos of. If plans don't fall through I got the covered bridges covered. There is just something about the spring that feels like a new beginning, so refreshing. After being cooped up in the winter for so long I feel like a caged bird that has figured out a way to open the door and escape. Speaking of birds I find it amazing when I see a bird sitting on a branch high up on a tree and what looks like it should be a not so sturdy branch is easily holding up the bird. It reminds me of the quote that states a bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking because its trust is not in the branch but in its own wings.Whether you're sitting on the branch or taking that first flight never fail to trust your wings.

This is really, really random (like more random than normal) but it's quite often how my brain works so I'm learning to just go with it. I was looking at a shelf that was built with old lumber nothing out of the ordinary right, I mean this is where normal people would go on with their merry little life but not I! Oh no as I was looking at the lumber I noticed all of the marks on it from weather and from having nails hammered into it and so on and I noticed the color of the wood. I've never understood why people will just throw away lumber from older houses. To build things with that gives it so much more character and it also recycles perfectly usable lumber. Hold up a piece of old wood next to a new piece of lumber straight from the saw mill and you can tell the difference right? Most people would probably choose the new piece of lumber but to me that old piece of lumber is the better choice. Why, you may ask, because that old piece has proven it can go through a few storms it can take a few hits but still hold up. I guess my point was that sometimes people can look like that, they can look like an old useless piece of lumber that most people would just assume to throw away instead of salvage but just like if that old piece of lumber could talk it would have some stories to tell that person has some stories to tell too, no doubt some or many include some storms that they had to go through.


I have come to the conclusion of another reason people have such a difficult time understanding me. This goes along with the fact that I inadvertently play unscramble my sentence when I try to talk because it never comes out even remotely like it was arranged in my head before I proceeded to speak and I sometimes ain't entirely sure what the world I'm trying to say. My other thing is I tend to subconsciously or otherwise get in the unintentional habit of pronouncing and saying words that crack me up, I find a much more entertaining way to say something or just because. I also usually get these words from books or televisions shows I watch which nine times out of ten are shows that none of my friends or people I interact with have ever seen/read. You know how it is you reference something perfectly and it just goes right over everyone elses head, I never know if it makes it that much more funnier or a bit sad. That's my story of why people continue not to understand me of course you know me not really talking and when I do it being quiet and fast has absolutely no bearing whatsoever on the difficult task of understanding me.

Blah, blah, blah, so on and so forth or some such thing or so I was told :)