While the backyard remains a big snowdrift varying in depth from about 3-5 feet, spring arrived at my house today in a brown paper parcel!
One of my dayhome clients arrived to collect her little one this afternoon, bearing a little piece of heaven for our home. Little did she know how much this oasis would mean to me.
Years ago, when I still used to pine for ‘real spring’ before winter was really ready to leave town, my husband encouraged me to take little trips to places where there were signs of life in the great outdoors. He said he didn’t like to find me “a puddle on the floor”.
Now we’re aware of seasonal affective disorder, which helps. I’ve also learned to appreciate more daylight hours and gradually increasing temperatures in spite of early spring snowstorms and fluctuations in day-to-day weather.
That being said, there is just no replacement for green plants pushing pretty colours of new life up through the soil, especially toward the end of winter.
“If thou of fortune be bereft, And in thy store there be but left Two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
-John Greenleaf Whittier
#pottedbulbs #spring #garden #life #joy
#thankyou #blessed #grateful