This week has felt much like spring in our neighborhood. Some of my daffodils are popping up, the primrose are beginning to peek through the leaves on the ground, as are the violets. It is still February, and our daffodils never bloom till April, so I fear for them. I fear Old Man Winter will find us again, as he did briefly a week ago
I don’t see the sunrise very often anymore. The sun wakens before I do, before the Shasta girl tells me it’s time to get up and provide breakfast for all my furry girls. The sun also lingers till dinnertime these days, adding to the feeling of spring in the air. Encouraging that urge to get out and dig in the dirt, to linger a bit at the displays of pansies and primrose in front of the stores.
Yet I know it is too early to add things to the gardens. I know the soil is too wet to disturb it, because while we have not had much snow this year (it’s all east of the Rockies I think) we have had rain. Not as much as we need, but more than is normal for this time of year. This time of year, when all of the other years we’ve been here I have been moaning for sunshine, for warmth, for something besides a white surface on the ground.
This year, some of the spring and summer birds are already visiting the tree outside my morning window. This year, when I have heard the song of the Redwing Blackbirds in the forests around us, although I have not yet seen any of them. This year, when a pair of Lesser Goldfinch have visited my tree, their splash of yellow welcome against the prevailing browns of my surroundings and gray of the skies.
This year, when life is offering a greater sense of peace, and I have been dealing with the aloneness by keeping busy, by imprinting myself on my home, by enjoying my time with my friends, by planning our cruise with the Artistic One and appreciating the generosity of the Gracious One and her husband who will be caring for my furry girls in my absence, and who are as happy that we are taking this trip as we are. This year, when I know husband, the man I loved and married, is with me, in his best way, and I know he is at peace. Finally, at peace.
And this year, when each day seems to welcome another follower to my humble abode, this blog world of mine. You are all so welcome, and even though I do not send you a message of welcome when you join me, I appreciate each and every one of you. I hope that I continue to hold your interest.
We are now less than a week away from our departure, to when our adventure will begin. The suitcases are out of the closet and ready to be filled and I think I am prepared. I know I am excited!
My life has enough and I hope your lives have enough.