Spring is in the air. Okay...not really. Not even close. But I've had just about enough of this grey Canadian winter. I'm tired of being cold, having wet feet and chapped lips. I'm tired of waking up in the dark and leaving work in the dark. And I'm tired of being cooped up inside staring out at the garden longingly all the while telling myself that "it won't be long now." No, it just won't do. So helping spring to hurry up is in order. Mission number one: out with the winter decorations. This display of twigs and berries has graced the hallway for more than two months now. While I loved it when I first put it together, its time is up. The branches have been bundled and tucked away in the basement until next year.
Mission number two: replace winter twig display with something that says spring. Well nothing says spring like forsythia. So when I saw bunches of branches up for grabs at the local flower shop as I trudged home in the dark tonight, I decided I must have them. And here they are. The house feels better already. And the timing couldn't be better. February, one of the bleakest months of all, lies straight ahead. The promise of March could easily be wiped out by a single blizzard. Only a fool would dismiss the possibility of snow in April. Still there is something in the air. The energies are shifting. Momentum is building. Soon it will be spring.
Spring is in the air. Okay...not really. Not even close. But I've had just about enough of this grey Canadian winter. I'm tired of being cold, having wet feet and chapped lips. I'm tired of waking up in the dark and leaving work in the dark. And I'm tired of being cooped up inside staring out at the garden longingly all the while telling myself that "it won't be long now." No, it just won't do. So helping spring to hurry up is in order. Mission number one: out with the winter decorations. This display of twigs and berries has graced the hallway for more than two months now. While I loved it when I first put it together, its time is up. The branches have been bundled and tucked away in the basement until next year.
Mission number two: replace winter twig display with something that says spring. Well nothing says spring like forsythia. So when I saw bunches of branches up for grabs at the local flower shop as I trudged home in the dark tonight, I decided I must have them. And here they are. The house feels better already. And the timing couldn't be better. February, one of the bleakest months of all, lies straight ahead. The promise of March could easily be wiped out by a single blizzard. Only a fool would dismiss the possibility of snow in April. Still there is something in the air. The energies are shifting. Momentum is building. Soon it will be spring.
7 comments:
Or you could improve the house by cleaning it!
(God knows I'm not gonna)
Owin
I'm with you ... out with winter. Especially on a day like today when we are under ice rain warning. The forsythia is certainly going to brighten things up.
The days are getting longer. It's not my imagination, I know they are. They are! Say they are? They are, aren't they?
The forthysia is lovely.
I propose a bill to be passed by congress eliminating February.
It's just not needed. It seems excessive really.
December's great for the cool weather and snow for the holidays. January's perfect for those that like their winter sports. March - March is great for observing the change in season and waking up and not knowing which way the volatile weather will take you.
But February has no redeeming value. It's only 29 days, it's not as though anyone would miss it.
Who's with me on this?
crafty, we are bracing for bad weather tonight. who needs it?
ottawa gardener, the days really ARE getting longer.
I'm with you jim...you are so right...february has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. get rid of it.
cheers.
irena
The forthysias are very cheerful... I should go and check mine for buds soon and see if I can force them in the house. Thanks for the idea!
I totally sympathise. Am sick to the back teeth of it all. Longing for spring, but knowing darn well that February's usually the crappiest month of all.
Sigh...
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