Winter Gets Weaker

Winter can’t possibly hang on, it knows that… and each passing week it gets weaker ( teeny tiny pun there). Yet, until sometime in May we can get frosts. Recently we got walloped with a snowstorm here in Ohio and some of it is still on the ground today. I have taken lots of photos of winter in the past, but it was fun to tromp around the yard yesterday morning and I took some more snowy photos. This time, using a few different perspectives, just for fun.

I had ordered some Mignonette seeds after reading where to buy them- Select Seeds. I received them last week and it was nice that they were sent so promptly. Even nicer that I received a bonus pack of four o’clocks. Now I am officially excited about spring, and no amount of sudden snowstorms can dampen that for me.

I guess that is something that gardening has given me. A sense of the timeliness of seasons, so that I no longer want to rush the season.

I remember long ago when I had my first child, a little girl. I often “rushed the season” with her. When will she roll over? When will she teethe? When will she walk? When will she talk? I had no sense of the way the moments of now go by so quickly, then.

Now is so soon over that we must not waste it in rushing towards the future. This has nothing to do with not planning or looking forward to things, but in enjoying the “what is” of life. I am enjoying the March month of my garden, and it contains the railings of winter as it exits my part of the earth. I am used to it and understand it now. I know spring is coming, and I know I will see loads of blooms in my garden, for I have stocked it with a plethora of spring blooming plants. It will come in its own time.

I also know that with spring comes a horde of tasks, which I can still, in March, look at from a distance. I can sit with my computer and my coffee without any of the feeling that the day is too short, and the list too long for all that I need to do. And I like that.

Just as I will like the heady plunge of spring into the growing season that holds the fruition of my plans, which are only seeds of promise right now.

To each season its beauty and blessing.

I hope you are enjoying yours.