Spring Jumping into Summer

There must be a law of physics that explains accelerating time. The past few weeks have flown ahead, the increasingy warm weather mirroring the transition of the season into summer. Plants have sprung forth in the flower beds--the tulips, daffodils, narcissus after the snowdrops and the crocii; peonies have speared the mulched earth and trees begin to unfurl their new leaves, their feathery red buds opening into tiny chartreuse parasols across most of southern New England. The weeping cherry is bursting into bloom in South Salem. Things are happening all around in a kind of crescendo that hides one development from the others around it, and then, almost by surprise, you wake up and the work in progress is in full bloom, a symphony, not a solo. We need resolution to our annis horribilis with regard to finances; the sale and consolidation of real estate; my quest for work; our plans for the summer; our living as a family under one roof, reducing the hissing sound of dollars going out of our acccounts. It is my find hope that the longterm sensibility of our thinking will prevail and prove its soundness, and that before Memorial Day, looking backwards, we will have the satisfaction of the past fall, winter and spring's tensions behind us. It is taking too long. The market is too uncertain for my taste. I am impatient to move, to be less dependent on its vagaries, and to accelerate with the new season.