A New Season is Coming

On this day in late February, the air is cold, but the sun is shining and the birds sing. Winter's edge is slipping, pulling away from the land.

I walked in my garden and saw old things passing.

I saw new things growing.

And I saw colors emerging to push the drab away.

And beautiful flowers already blooming. The hellebores, heralds of spring, are here.

Winter is going and a new season is coming. And if you are in a place where the world is yet frozen, I hope the heralds of your spring will be coming soon to you.

Deborah

Waiting for Spring

Today there was no wow in winter. 

There was only dullness and brownness, crunchy leaves, drab and gray, stale leftovers from another season before the winter sleep.

I worked hard in the Lady Garden, raking away a foot of leaves, planting a few plants, pulling weeds, and there was still no wow, nothing to show. I didn't feel satisfied. But then I saw promise that spring is coming. Yes, it's coming. The signs are subtle, a few young shoots, tiny buds swelling, telling me the land is waking.

Soon the earth will come out of its slumber, cast away the rags and put on colorful new party clothes.

How much would we love spring if there were no winter?

So I am content for today, waiting for spring.