I must have flowers, always and always. ~ Claude Monet
With four warm days in a row this week, the snow began to recede like a high moon-tide pulling back from the land. And with that wave of warmth comes thoughts of spring; thoughts of the flowers that will begin to bloom bringing a welcome splash of color and the sweetness of new life after months of darkness and cold. My soul is hungry for colors, the scents of spring and the first day when I can push my fingers into the soil to tend to my gardens.
For now, I have pots of hyacinth and mini-daffodils on the windowsill to carry me through the next few cold weeks while the soil is bare and brown, the grass mashed down from the snow and the tree branches are still naked. Through the kitchen window I can see the shadows of leaves beginning to grow on the kale I tucked away in cold storage under opaque plastic hoop houses last fall. As they emerge from beneath winter’s blanket of snow I know I will soon be eating the fresh sweet greens of early spring. And happy day! The first of my daffodil bulbs, those that grow in the shelter of the foundation of our house have popped up bringing the message that warmer weather really is right around the corner. Spring, my arms are open wide and ready to greet you.
Below are some photos from springs past. What are you anticipating as the seasons change?