Impatiently Waiting for Spring Weather

According to the calendar we have entered into spring, however if you look outside it still is very much winter. Lots of snow on the ground, and the north wind blowing which cuts to the bone when you step outside. If there were no sunshine I fear that many would lose hope of ever seeing spring.

Here in New England it seems to be the winter that will not end, and I'm sure much of the country feels the same. The few warmer days we have been blessed with can't erase the bitter cold days that keep hanging on and threatening not to leave. My boots are left by the door as I don't dare store them away yet - if I do then that one more storm will come through.

We all know the spring snow storms will come. The only thing that keeps us from losing our minds is the fact that this spring snow does not last a long time. When I was growing up the wet, sloppy spring snow was called poor man's manure, and there is a reason or this. The snow brings nutrients down to the soil as it falls, and since it takes a while to melt, these nutrients get into the soil instead of washing away like most rain does. Providing nourishment so we can produce wonderful gardens through the summer.

I have noticed that patience is wearing thin as I talk with family and friends, and I am no different. As much as I try to remain positive it is difficult when Mother Nature gives so little promise of what is to come. Even if logically we know the weather will change, it is hard to see it right now.

I long to sit outside and feel the sun on my face and the warmth of it in my tired bones. To open the windows and let the fresh air push out the staleness of winter, and to breathe life into our home. I want to hear the birds singing, the bees buzzing, and the voices of children playing in the warm sun.

I wait with anticipation to plant the vegetable garden, and to work in my flower bed. The flower bed that allows me to let my mind wander and to dream. Dream of all the things that are possible if I put my heart and soul into them.

And I wait for all the wonderful times I will have with family and friends through late spring, summer and fall making new memories. Sitting on the back deck sharing stories over a glass of wine, watching my grandchildren enjoy the beautiful summer days, and lots of laughter to shake off the remnants of this winter.

But.....even though I am weary from this long winter, I will not rush the seasons. Just maybe, if I am patient, the warmer days to come will linger a bit longer than usual for us.