Ode to Spring
“Spring has sprung,
The Grass has riz,
I wonder where the flowers is?
The little bird is on the wing,
But that’s absurd!
Because the wing is on the bird!”
— A ditty by Unknown
It will be near 70 degrees tomorrow. That’s 21 in Celsius, by the way. Weather just doesn’t get nicer than this.
This is it. We wait for it all year. We dream of it while we shovel tons of snow and wash the residue of salt from our car’s under-body.
We yearn for it through mud season while mopping the mess off the floors. Will winter never end? Will spring never come?
I wonder where the flowers is?
It only happens twice a year when the world approaches the equinox. I know because suddenly, the first light of dawn shines straight into my bedroom window and directly in my eyes.
It happened the other day and I was glad. Because no matter how screwy the world of people may be, mother Nature rolls down her own pathways. The sun rises and sets on schedule. Winter ends, spring begins.
Captured from my window, just the other day as dawn rose over the trees in my woods.
I participate in WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge 2016
This week’s photo challenge asks us to share an image evocative of the weather — or represent the current “season of your life” in metaphor.
Life – the road goes ever on and on
Considering these two possibilities are so different, I’m going to go with the weather. Which is currently winter, but rapidly moving towards spring.
Winter has arrived here in southern New England. It came late, but it has announced its presence on no uncertain terms.
It snowed last Monday. Snowed again all day Sunday and into early Monday this week. Now, the temperature is dropping.
Right now, it’s hovering around the freezing mark, but by the end of the week, it will be hovering around zero.
Cold. Very, very cold.
Some folks like winter. I suspect most of them are young, don’t have to get to work early in the morning … or are passionate about winter sports.
I loved winter when I was in elementary school. Snow meant the likelihood of school being canceled. It meant a day of sledding. Frozen feet and hands didn’t bother me, then.
The world is pretty, all frosted with snow, but it’s difficult for us — older, tireder, with arthritic knees and bad backs — to navigate the slippery slope of the driveway. To park in the drifts which hang around parking lots right through the spring.
But it sure is pretty.
After a delightfully warm December and January (for the most part), and after the lying groundhog didn’t see his shadow, it began to snow.
Late last night, the first sleet mixed with rain began to fall and by this morning, it was entirely snow. Wet, heavy snow. The kind of snow that sticks to everything, especially tree branches and power lines.
The trees in the front and rear of the house are bowed with the weight of snow on their limbs. The weather services keep upping the amount predicted, though it doesn’t seem to be snowing heavily enough to accumulate a foot. I guess we shall see.
I’m hoping for a little breeze to move the branches and shake some of the snow from the trees. Snow makes pretty pictures, but it’s a real pain in the butt in every other way.
Meanwhile, complaints aside, it is beautiful outside. It is a classic winter wonderland, worthy of Currier and Ives … or Robert Frost.
I guess we’re going to have winter after all. I was perfectly content without snow. Really. I was.
It was a huge storm and it buried the mid-Atlantic states. It didn’t miss us completely, but the brunt of the storm — the worst of it — passed us by.
Just as the light was going away, I snapped a few pictures. I never did quite get around to throwing away the dead potted chrysanthemums, so their dried memories of summer are being covered by fresh snow.
Sad? Maybe. But it’s also another reminder that after the snow, there will be spring and summer.
And in the morning, a white cover of maybe 4-1/2 inches of fluffy snow … and a brilliant blue sky and bright sun.
SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 – 25
14 octoBER 2015: SING THE SONG OF HARVEST HOME
Just when I thought that Autumn was going to be a subdued season this year, beaten by the dryness and higher than usual temperatures … just when I had resigned myself to brown leaves followed by snow …
It rained a bit more last night. This morning, the leaves popped into full Technicolor. Autumn arrived in all its glory.
My maple tree is back. It’s more orange than red this year, but it is definitely wearing its festive colors. Golden autumn has arrived and it is glorious. It did not betray us. I look out my window and it’s breathtaking.
Fall is always too brief. I’m not sure if it could ever be long enough. If it were all year round, I’d be fine with that. I love this time of year. I love the cool days and crisp nights. Bright leaves, amber sunshine. Warm golden twilight.
Baseball and football on the television and glorious days in which Mother Nature has put on her fanciest clothing. It’s her last party until the long, white winter sleep.
Should you decide to accept this challenge, you can use a picture from this or any post of mine — or any other picture you like. Write something about the picture or make something up, using a photograph — any photo — as a jumping off point.
This is the easiest prompt in the world.