The beginning of April means pansies and my first trip of the season to the nursery a joyful time of looking at all the happy pansy faces and picking out the flat or two that makes me smile the most. It is as exciting to me as getting a Christmas tree – probably more so. What’s not to love about flowers that can survive spring frosts and spring snow and grace us with their cheerful colorful smiles while other flowers are still tucked safely in their seeds.
pot of Matrix Midnight Glow and pot of Delta Forumla mix
When I went to bed it was spring. Half-way through my sleep I woke to a roaring wind and the sound of sleet hitting on the sky-lights over the bed. Winter’s shadow had returned not quite ready to go peacefully. Out of respect we will let you have one more day.
daffodils wearing a wrap of snow
What I love most about spring is that every day is a miracle. Another flower opens, the chives visibly grow a 1/2 an inch or more a day, another bird stops in at the feeders as they migrate to their summer homes.
Yesterday the buds finally popped on my daffodils that live in the warm micro-climate next to the foundation on the south side of the house. Then overnight – a miracle! What spring miracle did you see today?
so happy to see you!
stay as long as you like
River roars with snow,
carrying winter to sea.
Green warmth will soon spread.
Rituals are reassuring. The snow is mostly melted so we were able to park our car on the side of the road to go and visit the river. My river. My go to place to feel happy and to feel connected to the earth. The river has been running high the past couple weeks, full of snow melt and spring rains. It races along tumbling over granite stones, singing in a strong, confident voice, washing winter out to sea. All is right.
carrying snow melt & spring rains
come with me to the sea
Do you have a go to place that your visit to connect with nature?
If we put one front in front of the other, next thing we know we are stepping over the threshold to something new. I just finished the vine charcoal drawing that I started in my drawing class on Thursday night and am excited about how it came out. The last time I drew on a regular basis was in the Drawing I class that I took as an elective at UNH in 1981. I am looking forward to continuing my new adventures in art – no firm plan or goal in mind – just taking one step after another and seeing where I might go. What new thing in your life have you been walking toward?
Enjoy the weekend everyone!
drawing dinner – red onions & portabello mushrooms in charcoal. 4/12/14