The last several days have been teasers....cool for a few days, cloudy, windy....and then clear, sunny, almost too hot. I go for my walk everyday. I look for signs of spring. Nothing much for a while...and then the daffodils, springing up in yards and fields. Swaying in the breeze...lifting their heads to the blue sky. Picking some from the hill in front of my house, I put them in my favorite vase on the windowsill. The above picture is crocus that bloom down by the creek where Andy has planted them. They are doing well, but only last a day.
Spring here on the hill comes in spurts. The sunshine in my eastern window at sunrise seems more intense. The yellow beams move from day to day...marking the sun's movement from south to north. Hope for warmer weather and clearing skies always encourages me to look ahead....waiting, always waiting.
I hear turkey gobbling in the south field. Birds are flitting from tree to tree....jumping down to peck for food among the greening grass. Hope...always hope. Hoping for warmer weather....milder winds...the smell of earth ready to be plowed and sown with this year's seed.
My heart says yes, but my mind says no. And, yes, I know it tells the truth. For it is too early to plant....too early to gather my thoughts and eager wishes for what is to come. The weeks ahead will tell the story. Snow in March? Yes. Buds on flowers and trees nipped by April frost...it happens too.
But these few first precious days of awakening life....I watch them hourly as if I were their mother. Pleased with each movement...each tiny step of progress. Feeling that all is not in vain.
Spring will come. Maybe not today...or tomorrow. But it is on its way.
And this brings joy to my heart and a smile to my lips. Even if I am still waiting....
