Signs of Spring

...are tumbling out like socks from a clothes basket. At times like this, I think the pagan concept of the "wheel of the year," while worthwhile, is not quite faithful to reality. The year has corners--and we are turning one.

When I arrived home this afternoon from work I noticed that most of the snow from the front year had melted. Tulips are nudging up. There are some fresh sprouts of green coming up where memory tells me some wonderful perennials are planted.

This all served to convince me that it was time to remove the Christmas greenery from the cast iron urns on either side of the front door. It was all brown and dead and who needs brown and dead when the world is bursting forth with rejuvenated life and green?

Unfortunately the snow is still deep in the back yard. Perhaps by the time we return from our trip to California all will be melted back there.

The sun stands higher overhead, and it is coaxing sudden life from the plants and bulbs that have been sleeping through the winter. If the weather channel is not toying with me again, we may have had our last frost. However, I am always play it safe when it comes to starting the garden.

Now all that remains is for the cats to blow their coats. Tumbleweeds of cat hair are the surest sign of spring!

Comments

[gail hecko]

Jerry, you are a poet! Humorous and poignant all at the same time....a great word picture.

Thanks.