Spring will arrive for real. We’ve had some warm days and rain rather than snow, but winter is still hanging on, not willing to give it up and wait for December’s return.
But sooner or later, the temperature will rise above freezing, not to return below, and our spring ephemerals will return, buds ready to pop open to drink in the morning dew and be fruitful in the brief encounter with the warmth and brightness of the sun before the canopy closes and summer takes over. Pollinators will take advantage of the short spring bloom and assure the next generation of plant and insect. The flowers will pass and the foliage will take over and do the work of storing what is needed to survive the next winter’s hardships.
I sometimes think of living where there are no snowstorms or frozen lakes, but the variety of the seasons is a pleasure that I would sorely miss, despite the complaints and constant feeding of the woodstove. There is much to be appreciated in watching the rise and slumber each year of plants and animals. I hope that as my mind and body become more feeble with time, I shall always enjoy these revolutions of the planet and the hardships and pleasures that the seasons bring to us. Some day I will experience it no more, so now is the time for appreciation and pleasure at the cycle of life.