One step forward, three steps back. That’s what it feels like today. When I started this blog on March 20th, just 19 days ago, it was the first day of spring. Outside there were signs that indicated maybe, just maybe spring was here. The photo I used that day was of snowdrops, in bloom under the birch trees in our front yard. There was no snow on the ground. Pointy sharp tips of spring plants were starting to pierce the soil. Promise was in the air. This morning the same patch of ground is now under snow. Snow. Nothing to stress over, certainly. But for those of us who live through winter after long winter, one shouldn’t underestimate the effect that extending winter for an additional period of time has on our psyche.
We are tired of dressing in sensible boots and multiple layers. We don’t want to scrape ice and snow from our windshields another time. We long to be pottering about our gardens, putting things right. We want to be raking up the leaves that protected the flower beds, trimming back dead foliage, checking on certain plants to see if they made it through the winter. We ache to be able to sit outside again and sip a cup of tea or savour a mug of coffee while reading the paper.
On Monday when we woke up to a snowfall, it was not too bad. You could see that the snowflakes were melting as they touched down. Yesterday, it snowed a little harder and began to accumulate, still it was nothing to get concerned about. But now, a third day with more snow ... and with more on the way tomorrow, one wonders when spring will truly be with us.
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