Doctor Spring stands by the door of the clinic. He grips his well worn doctor’s bag in his left hand while he shakes the hand of his replacement with his right. Doctor Summer is here to take over. It is time for Spring to move on. He has performed a great service, healing many patients, but he must take his leave now. He will rest for a few months before arriving in New Zealand, where he will continue his healing ways through the Austral Spring.
The door bursts open, nearly knocking the good doctors to the floor. A wild-eyed woman rushes in, grips each doctor by the arm, screaming “Doctor, Doctor. Help me. I am going CRAZY! Everywhere I look I see flowers of different colors.”The woman continues in a frantic tone, gesturing madly. “Every time I look at one of these little snapdragons, it is a different color.”“Some are white.”
“Some are kind of lavender.”“Some are peachy pink!”“And so many are purple.”“Colors Colors Colors!!!!” she screams.“So I turn my head away, and what do I see?”“These crazy dianthus. “
“They are even worse! Red and White!”“With various hues of PINK!”
The woman glares at the doctors with pleading, troubled look. She continues. “So I tell myself that it is Okay. Different flowers can be different colors. But I turn around and I see one flower which is many colors”“And more like it.”“That’s when I snapped. It drives me CRAZY but I can’t quit looking…. ““Please HELP ME.” the woman finishes. She looks exhausted. Her hands shake.
Doctor Spring shines his sparkly eye towards his colleague and smiles. Doctor Summer nods. Spring will address one last case.
“Ma’am,” says Doctor Spring. “I can help you. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath and calm down.”
“Now ma’am” continues Doctor Spring as the patient stares at him. “You must relax. I have seen these symptoms a thousand times. You are clearly under the spell of Superficial Sensory Saturation Syndrome.”
The woman leaps back, more wild-eyed than ever. “What?!?”
“Now ma’am” continues Doctor Spring in a calm, reassuring tone. “Please be calm. It is not chronic and it is certainly not terminal. How shall I put it……? Let’s just say that you are temporarily and superficially freaked out.”
“Yeah.” says the woman in one of those, ‘I already knew that’ kind of tones one might hear from an angry teenager.
“I know just the cure.” Says Spring, disregarding the tone.
“Look around you ma’am. See the pretty coreopsis?”
“Nice and pretty. All one color. We will focus on this flower.”
The woman remains as wild-eyed as ever. “But Doctor” she says emphatically. “There are so few of them and so many of the others. I’m overwhelmed by the colorful flowers.”
“Ahh, yes.” says Doctor Spring. “I understand.” He puts his arm around her shoulder, gently turns her to the right and points across the valley. “Look yonder. See there? Do you see the lovely stand of coreopsis?”
“Come ma’am. Let us walk. Let us come close.”
The patient cautiously walks with Doctor Spring.
“Yes ma’am. Have a good look. They are all the same color.” “There you go ma’am. Gaze into the depths of the flower.”
“Relax. Focus on the pure, simple and beautiful yellow of the flower. ”
“Focus… Relax…. Think of nothing else.” Doctor Spring and the patient look at the flowers for a long time. Gradually, he feels her grip loosen. “Oh yes ma’am” he says in his deepest, calmest, most reassuring tone. “Now look this way ma’am. See the smaller bed of coreposis?”“Yes. Come. Lie amidst the flowers, using the soft grass as a pillow. Look up at the pretty, simple coreopsis and allow your troubles to melt.”
The patient lies down amidst the small bed of coreopsis. She is calm now. Doctor Spring watches as the wild look evaporates from her eyes. He sees the reasonable, sane person within looking up at the pretty, simple flowers. She smiles. He smiles in return.
“Now close your eyes and sleep.” says Doctor Spring.
The patient drifts away.
Doctor Spring turns to Doctor Summer, offers his hand.
“I take my leave, good doctor. Best Wishes. Heal Well.” says Doctor Spring. He turns and strides casually towards the south.
Summer watches Spring as he walks away. Doctor Summer shakes his head, smiling, as he thinks to himself, “Hmmm. They say he is a crackpot, but his methods are effective.”
19 thoughts on “June 6, 2014 – Doctor Spring Moves On”
I think your close ups are stunning.
Thanks. 🙂 Not a fancy camera, but it sure can take a close-up. And it’s fun to position the shot, but you already knew that. Have a great day. 🙂
Jim, I think you’re having a ton of fun with these stories inspired by your garden and the seasons. Well done!
Yep. Having fun. They are fun to think about, fun to write and it is very fun for me to see that a few folks are actually reading them.
Heavenly garden Jim! Love all the colours.
Thanks. We’re coming into a colorful season around here. Gonna be fun….
Magical .. Love the prose, and those pictures! Fabulous 🙂
Thanks Julie. Doctor Spring is headed your way! Once you get through your New Zealand winter, of course. I’m looking forward to getting a sense of how winter and spring play out in your particular paradise. 🙂
Hey Jim, liking the look of your garden and thanks for liking my post.;)
Thank you. And you are welcome. I hope you are having a great day – and I hope you keep having it. 🙂
Wonderful imagination and personification of the seasons. Brought a smile to my face. 🙂
Great. That was my mission. Thanks so much for reading. 🙂
Hi Jim, You have a beautiful spring garden with all those fresh greens and bright flowers.
Thank you. I really appreciate that. I’m glad you noticed the fresh greens. The greens are rather fresh right about now. And the cool thing is, lots of those greens are about to produce bright summer flowers. Thanks for reading. 🙂
Love, love wild flowers
Me too. My favorite kind to grow, to think about, to photograph and to tend. Thanks for reading. 🙂
There seems so little is “wild” these days !
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