A Brief Taste of Spring
Every once in a while, we get one of those weeks in the latter part of winter that feels more like spring. This third week of February has been just one of those weeks. We all know it is a teaser of what will come down the road, and are keenly aware that this brief snippet of warmth will not last.
Even so, I have embraced these signs of spring; it has made me anxious to get my hands in the dirt of my flower bed. There really is not much I can do, but I did clean up my rose bush to prepare for its inevitable awakening from winter. The few plants that were covered have been exposed to allow the nutrients from the late winter snows to nourish them. Nothing better than the sun shining on my back with a warm breeze blowing through my hair as I work.
When the small amount of work is complete, joy fills my soul as I stand in silence, breathing in the smell of fresh air with only the sound of a few winter birds. It makes me feel alive after being behind closed doors much of the winter.
There is something different about the smell of spring air - so fresh and almost fragrant compared to the cold, crisp winter air. Nice to open the windows and allow it to flow through and remove the stuffiness from the house. At times, I think Mother Nature knows exactly what we need as we approach the latter part of winter. Tired of cold, snow and ice we become anxious for it all to end. Just at this moment she sends along a few brief days to give us a taste of spring - enough to carry us through until it becomes a reality.
I will cherish this brief respite from winter, and hold on for a few more weeks until spring arrives for good.
Even so, I have embraced these signs of spring; it has made me anxious to get my hands in the dirt of my flower bed. There really is not much I can do, but I did clean up my rose bush to prepare for its inevitable awakening from winter. The few plants that were covered have been exposed to allow the nutrients from the late winter snows to nourish them. Nothing better than the sun shining on my back with a warm breeze blowing through my hair as I work.
When the small amount of work is complete, joy fills my soul as I stand in silence, breathing in the smell of fresh air with only the sound of a few winter birds. It makes me feel alive after being behind closed doors much of the winter.
There is something different about the smell of spring air - so fresh and almost fragrant compared to the cold, crisp winter air. Nice to open the windows and allow it to flow through and remove the stuffiness from the house. At times, I think Mother Nature knows exactly what we need as we approach the latter part of winter. Tired of cold, snow and ice we become anxious for it all to end. Just at this moment she sends along a few brief days to give us a taste of spring - enough to carry us through until it becomes a reality.
I will cherish this brief respite from winter, and hold on for a few more weeks until spring arrives for good.
Late February, and the air's so balmy
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
~Gail Mazur
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
~Gail Mazur
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