I’ve been watching spring. It’s always the daffodils and crocuses that arrive first. Then the haze of greens and reds on the trees, the blossoms on the Bradford pears, the magnolias, the redbuds, the trees whose names I don’t know. The crape myrtle, a late bloomer, will come later. In the meantime, I’ve been waiting [...]
The daffodils are blooming. What if that’s all I wrote? What if the only words you read here today were The daffodils are blooming? Would that be enough? Because I think that might be all I need to say. The daffodils are blooming. I am a lover of winter, but I know many of you [...]
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like stepping outside and being surprised.
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like transplanting (and loving) the basil.
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like checking on the tulips after a cold, windy weekend.
It's starting. Spring, I mean. Buds and blossoms and all sorts of beautiful things. In the seeming blink of an eye, there is pink where yesterday there was none. Likewise yellow and purple and red and green...oh the green. Slowly, and yet all of a sudden. Every year it surprises and delights. Spring has returned. [...]
there is snow, just a dusting there is wind and cold bundled, we head out pup in tow and we walk, talk and are quiet. four days later there are crocuses dotting the hill a glimpse of yellow white purple as we pass in the car on our way to somewhere and we smile. another [...]
There is a pause in the rain, in the dark and the birds sing beginning again. The light grows slowly shifting into today the birds begin in celebration in the rain's pause, in this day's Pause. Right now, before breakfast is made and the laundry begun before the list is made or checked it is quiet [...]
the sun has hidden behind the clouds all day and now, at day's end the light grows dimmer and the rain begins to fall gently but with insistence the two of them stay outside beg the rain to soak their clothes they call to one another toss the ball to one another tilt faces [...]
i'm ready to take these snowflakes down, ready to usher in spring. but there is freshly fallen snow on the ground now...eight inches of it. um, hello? it's march 18. um, say what? it was 65 degrees F on saturday. crazy.i'm eager for spring, eager for fresh growth on the trees. i'm longing for lush [...]
