Ok, I think I’ve had enough of winter now. Being a Snowbird I do enjoy the powdery highlights of the season but the short days and cold toes are starting to get to me. You know what I need? A new Martha Stewart Living. My subscription just ran out. There’s always hints of Spring in the February and March issues. I remember reading a passage in one of these two years ago that has stuck with me; an observation of a gardener’s anticipation of Spring. It went something like this:
“Even now you can almost feel the ground stirring with life beneath you.”
That really brings forth a romantic image to me, plants and insects and animals and fungi all waking up out of a deep sleep, stretching and yawning and shivering just a little. The daffodil bulbs are already shooting up green spikes in my backyard, pushing through the crunchy snow from last week. I worry for them and their hastiness, it doesn’t nearly seem like it’s time. There are no bumble bees. Not even the gnats are ready to pollinate yet. But everything knows its time and wakes according to the inaudible whispers of the sun.
Spring is full of promises. Time for me to make some to myself.
Raspberry Nest sketch (above) done for the crazymaking day job. One of a few that I have enjoyed doing. ©2003.
