I start looking for them in late January, and this year brought no disappointment. THE ANTS! The tiny little ants that are first solo, and over the weeks make a little line journey, populated by many others. First they appear in one of the bathrooms, and then they appear in one minute opening along the dining room wall and find their way to the food bowls of our beloved elder cat Finnegan. Finnegan is not quite so happy to find the ants making their way to his food bowls.
The ants speak of Spring. The Waking of the Insects! I used to find them annoying, but have come to a point of looking at them as the harbingers of the New, of growth and expansion. The ants come about the same week every year in late January, and leave the beginning of April. They are tiny, they follow the invisible trail along the wall and down to the floor. Essential oils seem to do nothing to change this course of action. They have a mission. We co-exist for a couple months and then they go wherever they go for the next ten months. I am happy to see them come, I am happy to see them go.
I am not sure when I came to terms with the ants. For the past forty years tiny ants have showed up in late winter in every state, in every house I have lived. I killed the ants forty years ago, and now I don’t. I like to think this is progress, and the ants are really tiny markers for me to see where I might be along this journey of Life. We seem to be on this journey together. Welcome Ants!