O Wise One and I are like children waiting for Christmas. Waiting for that illusive thing called spring. Mother nature knows this and teases us. One day a mixture of rain and snow, then a cloudy day or so with mud to contend with. Mostly just gray skies but every now and then she will throw in a day in the fifties just to give us a taste of things to come.
Then one day what do we find? Green! Blessed green ! The daffodills are peeking from their winters rest.
And could that be the daylillies sending up chutes looking for that sunlight and warmth. Now we in no way believe that winter is through with us yet. But that first show of green is always promising to see. A promise if you will of things yet to come. We long for sun on our faces. We long for dirt dry enough to actually dig in and not mud. We want color and birds. We want flowers. One day this week they are actually predicting temperatures in the 70's. I can't wait. Before you know it we will be complaining about mowing grass and aching muscles. But for this morning we wait for snow flurries.