I’ve been terrible at writing blogs posts over the last few months. I’ve had a series of colds through the winter, and I tend to focus any creative energy into stories, not blogs. We moved my husband’s parents into assisted living early this year, and my mom is moving, too. We’re drowning in details, and cutting non-essentials.
But some days I feel inspired. Today, it was ice on tree branches that got me going. We’ve had a couple days of fog (not common in dry Calgary), with a little rain, cold enough to freeze overnight. My snowdrops were encased in ice. This morning, the fog was gone, and as the sun rose it lit up branches coated in ice. They looked decked out for a party.
I love spring. I love the energy, as if the world is coming back to life. I love watching the first tips of green emerge in the garden. I loved how disheveled the garden is, with drifted leaves and needles from the Christmas tree we stuffed into a snow bank and broken branches brought down by the wind.
I love frost on the branches and the sound of rain and the smell, afterwards. I love the anticipation, waiting for the first bloom (early snowdrops, this year). And what will be the second to bloom? Crocuses or hepatica?
The garden is scruffy and brown, but all I see are possibilities and beauty.
Maureen
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