Baxterism #2: A lesson in springtime

For Baxter, time never ceased to amaze him. He had an uncanny ability to forget how seasons impacted his whole world. He knew the orbiting earth had something to teach him if he paid better attention. At least spring was obvious in its lessons. Violently bright flowers reporting that spring was coming. Daffodils had a particular gift for shouting about rebirth. Baxter was grateful for such eternal news. The sky was not falling. The earth was still in rotation. Nature knew so much more than the humans, who loved to predict, and insist, and fight, and fear. And had a particular affinity for such Chicken Little nonsense. Baxter went outside and laid in the Daffodilian promises, growing sleepy in his reveries.