Winter, she did not let go without one last dance, and what a beautiful one it was. Just enough to dot the sky with magic and cover the ground one last time in a blanket of white, but not enough to make driving treacherous for anyone, the roads remained clear.
This morning, all is in thaw. There is the steady crashing of clumps of heavy, wet snow from the holly tree branches as the birds come in and take off in their business. It reminds me of the scene in Narnia where winter breaks and the world is new again.
I have to say I did enjoy this winter more than in years past. Even so I did reach my breaking point a couple of weeks ago. I was starting to daydream of green grass, and warm sunshine and breezes through open windows as I hunkered down, my shoulders stiffened from being pulled up around my ears for so long.
I have often said what a gift it is to live in a place that has seasons. A place where just when you feel you cannot take the scorching heat or the winter chill any longer, Spring and Autumn arrive to save the day.
There is such a renewal to Spring. To the warming of the earth, the greening of the landscape, the birth of new life and the miracle of new growth erupting from it's long winter's rest,
Spring is here and with it my heart feels just a bit lighter.
