I know some of my visitors like to see what’s currently going on around the pond so before we go back to Cleveland, let’s see what’s happening outdoors and close to home. Spring here in the Bogs is slightly behind spring up in Cleveland. And today doesn’t feel like spring at all. It’s chilly (33 degrees when I went out for my walk this morning) and very breezy. There is a Freeze Warning in effect for tonight, with a low of 26 expected.
I have so many blessings in my life. I could sit here all day — maybe all week or all month — listing them, each one more than likely leading to another. Blessings are like that, building one upon another. I do like to take a moment a few times daily to give thanks for some of those gifts. It keeps things in perspective, putting the joys of life ahead of any perceived negatives (which sometimes turn out to be positives).
(A robin soaking up the sun.)
I can understand it. Sun worship, that is. There has been some form of it throughout various cultures, throughout recorded history. After a long, cold, mostly cloudy winter, and a spring that has brought snow, rain, and mostly cloudy days, nothing perks things up like a day of sunshine.
It’s been a typical contrary April day here in the Bogs. Rain, sunshine, storms, sunshine, wind, rain, clouds, sunshine, and so on and so forth.
It’s pretty amazing how quickly and efficiently life reasserts itself when it’s time for it to do so in the spring. Plants and trees that barely had buds on them yesterday have leaves and in some cases, flowers today.
When the April wind wakes the call for the soil, I hold the plough as my only hold upon the earth, and, as I follow through the fresh and fragrant furrow, I am planted with every foot-step, growing, budding, blooming into a spirit of spring.
~ Dallas Lore Sharp, 1870-1929
It’s a fine spring day here in the Bogs. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and buds, blossoms, and flowers are popping up all over the place. The maple trees are bursting with these pink fuzzy things (flowers? seeds?), making them look as though they are flowering.
I cannot think of a better word for today. It is dazzling. The sky is an amazing shade of blue. The sun is providing incredible light. It’s just… dazzling.
Has it warmed up here in the Bogs? No. It has not. It’s not any warmer than it has been for the past week or so. But my attitude has changed, and I have once again acclimated to the cold. Layers on, hat on, mittens on, and waterproof boots to keep my feet dry and warm. The t-shirts, shorts, and other bits of summer apparel will have to wait. The weather folks are saying we won’t be warming up anytime soon. It’ll be at least a week or more.
I like the way the blue of the sky comes out in different shades depending on where I point the camera in relation to where the sun is positioned. Or something like that. I bet it sounded like I knew what I was talking about for a moment or two.
I am surprised by how boggy it continues to be. The persistent, steady, cold and dry north wind should have pretty much dried things out by now. I tried to make my way through the woods, but once I started down towards lower ground, it got muddy and mushy. I would have been slipping and sliding (and probably falling) all over the place if I had continued.
The vegetable garden area, which is on slightly higher ground, is almost dry enough for tilling. That also means it’s almost dry enough for me to start to work on cleaning up the asparagus bed. It will, however, be a while before we can consider planting anything.
I stayed out for over an hour today, enjoying the light, the blue of the sky, and even the chill and fresh scent of the north wind. It was invigorating, on many levels.
Old Man Winter may think he’s got a grip on us, but if you look closely you will find that Spring has not been completely halted in her mission of growth, rebirth, and renewal.
I think those might be the day lilies. The area where I found them is the right place for them, and I can’t think of any other flowers that might be growing there. We’ll see, as time goes on, how good my memory is.
Going outside on a daily basis is easier and much more enjoyable when I give up the whingeing, and go out with a sense of adventure and discovery. So go ahead, North Wind. Bring it on. It’s not going to keep me indoors.
I’ll find other ways to keep warm.