Every sign, every change is laden with hope. As the sun crawls higher in the sky and the small signals suggest the warmer weather, we note the tiny increments of change. This must be built into our DNA as children of the Earth. Our pets grow frisky, we feel like leaving our scarves on the hook inside. We leave our coats open inviting the spring to take us even in its early chill. There is no more poignant longing than for Spring, for all its metaphorical echoes. I remember jumping in the mud, the smell of the wet ground and the first shoots of Daffodils. It is as real now as it was when I was four. Breathe deep and treasure these moments of bliss and expectation.
Is it living on the land or does Spring always come like this? Being either inside or underground, I can’t remember noticing with such an acute shock the almost overnight change in season. I thought these things happened slowly. I guess I was wrong or distracted.
The only thing missing in this photo is the rooster crowing in the farm in the distance. March is teasing us. Today it is warmish, the snow is soppy, the air is full of moisture and 7 inches of snow is predicted for tomorrow. This has been the most beautiful winter in recent memory simply because I’ve been able to reconnect with the Earth and her moods.