Spring officially arrived a couple of weeks ago, but we were still knee deep in snow here. I decided to wait till it had melted before I posted this. Which it did. But then it came back. And melted and came back a few more times. It’s playing with us.
The flowers poke their little noses out of the gound and get covered over again. The robins arrive, fluff up their feathers and act like they’re looking for someone to blame. And we wait. A little excited, a little nervous. Will the magic happen this year? Will it? Will it? Oh look! There it is!
Here in southern Ontario, we start getting emails (with photos) from our friends on the west coast and in the UK. They are surrounded by greenery and flowers while we’re still shovelling out our driveways and wondering why we get so excited by a season that is mostly mud and dashed hopes. But finally the first crocus appears, the world rights itself and we begin to believe.
What do I love most about Spring?
- the cranky robins I already mentioned
- the fact that we can have the most glorious weather, but until late May, there’s always a chance that we might get another freeze, so there’s no point doing any gardening at all. So I can sit on my deck enjoying the day and I’m not being lazy, I’m being smart!
- crocusses and daffodils scattered through a lawn . They’ll bloom and finish before the grass needs cutting and that arrangement just looks to me like the lawn is getting away with something.
- POSSIBILITY!!! The tantalizing, magical, wonderful plans we make for the season ahead. Maybe they’ll work, maybe they won’t, but this is the season for dreaming.
How about you? What do you love most about Spring?