Ripeness...

Full bloom spring and breakthroughs into the summer. I wonder if a parent would give a child an incomplete name and wait till they grow up to complete it. When I say grow up I mean change seasons from spring, younger stage to summer, adults and maturity. In the story, “Marigolds” by Eugenia Collier, the narrator Lizabeth is in her spring season. Her personality, age 14 going on 15 and spends her days with younger children. Faithfully for her she just doesn’t understand exactly what her faith is and exactly what she believes. Lizabeth’s maturity was in a younger stage, symbolically she saw the spring flowers bloom and no other. Sure, everyone grows up one day. Once Lizabeth finally grows up maybe shell go by Elizabeth and I am just the same…
One reason I reckon Lizabeth and I are similar, in our spring is our personalities. Being able to hold a conversation with a nine year old and being interested, while in the story, Lizabeth is consider to be a ringleader of the younger children, yet she spends for them. “The truth was that we were becoming tired of the formlessness of our summer days.” The children just really followed her, not like a big sister but a classmate. They worked together like Alfalfa and his crew! “Tell you what, “said Joey finally, his eyes sparkling. “Let us go over to Miss Lotties.”
Every country person goes to church. (Just a stereotype). All the country folk pack up in the small church 3 miles down the dusty dirt road all seasons round. Faithfully I am in my younger stage, my spring. I have a religion, I’m a Christian but don’t absolutely know how the meaning and feeling connects to me. Any dark child in church with their parent just sits stares and sings along to gospel music! HALLELUAH! LIZABETH AGREES.
Hey how about you grow up! Just making progress is a hard thing for anybody and everybody. Some teens are easily progressing into their summer while Lizabeth and I have to debate with ourselves why we should grow up, shift to our summer season. We both just continue to plant flowers like theirs no hibernating seasons for them. “M- miss Lottie! I scrambled to my feet and just stood there and stared her, and that was the moment when childhood faded and womanhood began.” There will be an event when Lizabeth and I will grow up, Lizabeth realized life moves on and is to short. Time to put up the gardening gloves and shovel and bring out the water hose.
Ultimately everyone is brought into this world with seasons, spring, summer, fall, and winter. They progress and they grow. Lizabeth and I are in our spring, personality and being a child friendly type person. Faith questionable and wondering what to believe. Our maturity, symbolically the spring flowers bloom and soon needs water. At last, at last Miketia and Lizabeth has grown up. Leaving you the reader with this question, what season are you in? Is it your spring, or progressing summer?