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It's a Miracle
The
robins returned in February, signaling that spring was right around
the corner. In the meantime, it continued to snow on and off and
just last week we had some nighttime temps in the single digits. I’d
say we’ve been gradually thawing out for the last month and it has
created the usual slush we see at this time of year. It’s been wet
from the break-up and the streets and sidewalks have some standing
puddles. Our vehicles have gotten splashed with muddy water and are
all pretty dirty after a long winter. Not a white shoe time of year
if you know what I mean. As the snow recedes, we’ve been finding
things that have been invisible to us since the beginning of winter.
This morning, E pointed out some doggie doo in our yard (we don’t
have a dog) and once, the girls found my camera lens cap down the
street on the sidewalk where I had lost it walking home from the
Christmas parade. On a sad note, last week a woman walking her dog
along the railroad tracks found the body of a young man who had
committed suicide earlier this year.
Yesterday, winter was not on my good side. It was a cold, dreary day
and I was feeling a little grungy like the weather. Although I knew
spring was supposed to arrive today, I wasn’t all that convinced
even though I concur with Grandpa
Davey that this place knows the seasons better than a calendar.
Looking out the window this morning around 7:15, I was still
skeptical. I had heard the weather forecast of mostly cloudy with a
high of 55. I was not impressed. We all had some breakfast and some
discourse about the arrival of spring in Montana. I was a little
disappointed with its apparent delay but Grandpa Davey never wavered
in his faith. Lo and behold, while I sat at the table doing some
blog work, the sun began
to shine. As usual, the weatherman was wrong.
M & E went outside and were
elated to feel how warm it was. I was starting to become convinced.
A few minutes later, E came inside with a look of astonishment. She
had found a tiny flower ready to bloom in our garden. I was a
believer.
Soon, bright green leaves will burst forth from our Norway Maples
and tulips in all colors of the rainbow will grace our gardens. The
color of the season will be green! The days will get sunnier and
warmer and by the end of May, it will be time to remove our studded
tires and plant the vegetable garden. Springtime in the Rockies can
be quite unpredictable. We may still get snow and it could be down
right chilly, so I’ll still wear my long johns for awhile and carry
a jacket. But, there’s no turning back now, as shorts and flip-flops
become the casual attire.
Words cannot express my utter amazement in how in sync this place is
with the seasons. I realize others see seasonal changes elsewhere
too, but this is so timely as to be uncanny. And it’s been this
reliable since I moved here 4 years ago. As all things created by
God, the seasons couldn’t be more perfect. Just when Old Man Winter
has worn out his welcome, spring ushers in with all its glory. We
are inspired and rejuvenated. It truly is a miracle!
©03/20/09
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