It’s no secret that I love winter. I love snow. I love the sports of cold weather. Yesterday we mentioned something about snow melting to our kids and they were almost in tears, “Nooooo!”
The last weeks of winter, like the last weeks of every season, are the loveliest. Skiing under blue skies. When it’s 29 degrees and the kids wear their bathing suits because it’s so “warm” and we drive with the windows down. (really)
(this is really our backyard!)
As seems to be our tradition, we got our last hay delivery last weekend- the end of March in the snow. I have a picture almost exactly like this from last winter. John would tell you that it’s time for the snow to go. Chores are much harder in winter- no doubt!
In some ways, snow keeps us from feeling the urgency of planting and outdoor work, not that there isn’t work in winter- we heat with wood- but it feels different.
But I look forward to spring too. We had a conversation about spring and what we look forward to a few nights ago and the answers were pretty predictable:
Tapping trees, drinking sap, and making maple syrup
Watching the plants begin to grow and daily walks around the perennial bed to see what’s woken up
Climbing in the apple tree
Planting the garden
Those are wonderful, but for me the best part of spring is the feeling it quickens inside, the feeling that anything is possible. There is so much energy. It seems like the year is just starting in a sense and we can do it all. The things that have held us back in the past seemingly won’t any longer. Any feeling of winter doldrums is offset and worth that through the roof elation.
Does spring hit you in that same way? What do you love about spring?