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Crocuses, Life, and Hope<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n I don\u2019t have much of a life, I guess. I\u2019ve been waiting all winter to see some form of life spring forth from the cold, almost-still-frozen earth. Normally, the first things to spring forth are the crocuses, and most years these hearty little flowers start poking their heads up through the hard, brittle soil near the end of February.<\/span><\/p>\n This year we\u2019ve had a very long, cold, snowy winter. But the crocuses were not deterred by winter\u2019s draconian hand. No, they were not. They shot their little heads up out of the ground on February 21st this year. They are defiant little things; they laugh in the face of winter\u2019s cold harsh breath.<\/span><\/p>\n Spring hath not yet sprung, for the crocuses have not yet bloomed \u2013 but at least there is life in that dark frozen mud.<\/span><\/p>\n Many people think I\u2019m crazy, and by the time I\u2019m done, you probably will too. I cannot help what you or anyone else thinks, and what does it matter anyway? We are all in this thing together \u2013 I mean you are on the same short ride on this tiny globe spinning through space as I am. <\/span><\/p>\n Even when I\u2019m sitting quietly in my broken-down easy chair, watching M*A*S*H reruns, I\u2019m still traveling thousands of miles per hour \u2013 riding on this big round bus through the blackness of space. The Earth spinning around on its axis; the Earth is orbiting the sun, and the sun orbiting the center of the galaxy. And the galaxy is moving through the universe headed to only heaven knows where \u2013 and all the while I\u2019m sitting in my chair watching TV and draining a cold bottle of Moosehead.<\/span><\/p>\n Which reminds me\u2026 I need a good book to read. One can only watch so many reruns of M*A*S*H.\u00a0 I\u2019ll make a note: \u201cLook for a good book to read\u2026\u201d I\u2019ll do that during the commercial.<\/span><\/p>\n All this motion\u2026what\u2019s it all about? When I think about things, it makes me think about other things. Every time I walk out my door and see the crocuses sprouting, it not only reminds me that winter\u2019s finally losing its bitter grip. And seeing those tiny green crocuses rising out of the dead, cold ground, makes me think about life.<\/span><\/p>\n Why are there crocuses? What purpose do they serve? They bloom and die before the weather warms. They are only around for a few days. They come and go so quickly. What does this mean? What kind of evolutionary processes are at work here? Why does evolution produce so many mistakes? While crocuses are rather pretty little flowers, they seem to have no purpose. It seems to me that this applies to a lot of things that live a lot longer than crocuses \u2013 coconut palms come to mind. I don\u2019t like coconut. But even coconut palms provide shade and probably homes to various little insects, critters and parasites.<\/span><\/p>\n But crocuses? They bloom and die while it is still too cold for even the nastiest of parasites to venture out. They feed nothing \u2013 there are no bugs or parasites in winter \u2013 they are too smart to burrow forth. Crocuses provide a home to nothing. While they are beautiful, their beauty is evanescent. Isn’t all beauty is transitory?<\/span><\/p>\n Why do we have crocuses? Maybe to make me think \u2013 and wonder.<\/span><\/p>\n I wonder about a lot of things. Like, for instance, \u201cSnow White and the Seven Dwarfs\u201d. I had occasion last weekend to see \u201cSnow White and the Seven Dwarfs\u201d, and like the crocuses blooming in front of my house right now, it makes me think.<\/span><\/p>\n In \u201cSnow White and the Seven Dwarfs\u201d we have a young lady who lives with seven male midgets in the woods. Now imagine someone discovering a young lady living with seven midgets, all men, in a forest near you. How long do you think that would be allowed to go on? Can you imagine CNN and Fox news covering the \u201cbreaking news\u201d of the discovery of an isolated cottage, deep in the woods, where a young woman lives with seven men \u2013 all dwarfs?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And then you learn she\u2019s hiding from a queen who talks to herself while looking in a mirror?<\/span><\/p>\n And then there are restroom doors that open inward. I\u2019m not a builder or a contractor \u2013 I can barely use a hammer or a screwdriver \u2013 but it seems like it would be such an easy thing to make sure all restroom doors open outward.<\/span><\/p>\n You have no idea what I\u2019m talking about, do you? You think I\u2019m insane, don\u2019t you? I told you that you would, remember?<\/span><\/p>\n It makes no sense to have public restroom doors open inward, and I\u2019ll tell you why:<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019m in a restaurant and I have to go to the bathroom. So I get up and go into the restroom to take care of things. And being a conscientious type of guy, I always wash my hands when I am done \u2013 just like my granny taught me.<\/span><\/p>\n I just get done washing my hands \u2014 and I spend eight minutes drying them off with one of those \u201csanitary\u201d hand-blowers. It\u2019s been quite an ordeal, and my food\u2019s getting cold. I am ready to leave and I see that the door opens inward. I hesitate to grab the handle on the door to pull it open because I just got done washing my hands.<\/span><\/p>\n I know that not everyone washes their hands after going to the bathroom and some are not very careful about their bathroom habits. Now, I stand at the door and think about how many dirty hands have touched and pulled open this door and how many germs are waiting to crawl all over me the second I touch it. And I\u2019m betting there are some really nasty germs on there \u2013 because I know people.<\/span><\/p>\n There are no paper towels, just those awful hand blowers, so I am trapped in the restroom until I figure out how to pull that door open without putting my clean hands on it. There\u2019s always toilet paper. But that means going back into a smelly dirty stall and possibly touching something even worse than that door handle. I need to get out of the restroom without getting germ-bombed.<\/span><\/p>\n I decide to use my shirttail and cover the door handle with it \u2014 so I don\u2019t have to touch it with my clean hands. I briefly wonder if the germs will stick to my shirttail, but decide that I don\u2019t eat with my shirttail or anything that the shirttail might touch \u2014 and so conclude that the shirttail method is my best option \u2014 though I briefly wonder if germs can crawl trough cloth. And I\u2019m sure they can.<\/span><\/p>\n I open the door. My food has gotten cold.<\/span><\/p>\n Everything has a purpose; everything has a reason for being, even if it\u2019s not immediately clear what that reason is. Ours is not the reason why\u2026and all of that.<\/span><\/p>\n Today the blooming of a crocus made me think. Now I know the purpose of a crocus. And, you know what\u2026 crocuses are such beautiful muses.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They are beautiful examples of the tenacity of life and tiny emissaries of hope.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Crocuses, Life, and Hope I don\u2019t have much of a life, I guess. I\u2019ve been waiting all winter to see some form of life spring forth from the cold, almost-still-frozen earth. 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