I can hardly wait to see my wild roses again, and smell their sweet scent as a gentle breeze brushes across them, but for now,
they are still very deeply buried under our latest addition of 8 more inches of snow. We are actually happy about this snowfall, as it was predicted to accumulate to 16 inches, can you imagine?. We are used to large dumps this time of the year and most often, so wet and heavy that it's nearly impossible to move.
That's where the tractor with the bucket really pays for itself.
In the meantime, we wait. We wait for more 40 plus weather like today that we refer to as ' heat waves,' warm, lovely heatwaves.
Today was the first day since last fall that I was able to walk to the mailbox without a jacket and still feel the warmth of sunshine on my skin. It was fantastic. As much as I wanted to take a long walk along the highways edge, I do not do that until most of the snow is gone and the shoulders have dried.
I love to walk. I love the sunshine of spring days. But, I do not love the icy cold puddles soaking me down as traffic splashes by.
Until budding of trees, flowers blooming, mudpies are gone,
Until then, I patiently watch from inside, as each day
brings promise. Soon enough, I will be aching from planting gardens.
I can hardly contain myself as I prepare in anticipation of digging in the soft, warm ground again, dropping seeds one at a time in long rows!
It's just a matter of time.