Beginnings

It finally felt like spring this week.  Sun shining, snow nearly melted away, warm enough to wear a sweater and not need a jacket. The arrival of spring is one of the things I love most about winter-- it is so perfect and so treasured because if follows a long cold season.  It is like an unveiling that you were beginning to think might never arrive.  In a year like this when we were buried deep in snow, spring is a well earned reward.

Pussy Willow bunches were for sale on the side of the road as I drove home from work at hubby's office on Wednesday.  I saw a bunch of crocus blooming on a neighbors sunny corner (croci?  crocuses?).  Kelan rode his bike to school on Thursday, I started digging up the site for my new garden, and planted a bed of spring bulbs next to the back stairs.  The windy warmth of Friday was the perfect backdrop to a trip onto the roof to re-caulk the leaky skylight.  Then, as the kids and I drove down to Boston for the weekend, I saw a semi-truck pulled over on the side of the road.  The driver had found his way up the hill on the side of the road, and was laying on his back staring up at the sky (or sleeping, maybe?).  The sun was bright, the grass just starting to turn green.  Exactly, I thought.  Exactly.