Spring has sprung; finally!! Is there really such a word??
After the coldest and snowiest winter in many years, temps are mellowing and bulbs are sending up their pretty flowers to make us smile. All along the old stone wall between my upper and lower front yards, the daffodils they call buttercups here in Tennessee are multiplying daily. As soon as the snow melted, there were four inch budded stems just waiting to be uncovered. I sometimes wonder just how many years they have been returning to put on their show. I've been here 28 years and they were here long before me.
As I walked around the yard this morning, observing all the yardwork that I will soon have to tackle, I couldn't help but think how the changing seasons are something we can always count on. Used to be when I was younger, fall was my favorite; a time to relax after the long hot summer days of gardening, picking, canning, freezing, and trying to stay cool. But now I don't do much of that any more, and my AC follows me from home to car to work. So, as beautiful as fall is, I do believe that spring now takes first place for me. Seems that every day there is something new to catch my eye; tiny pink buds on the redbud trees, soft green ones on the maples, and emerging flowers everywhere.
I am very fortunate to live on 25 acres of mostly wooded mountainside overlooking a beautiful valley, and even more fortunate that I love to work in the yard and dig in the dirt. Last summer, I finally began to realize that my flower beds were too far-reaching and somewhat beyond my ability to care for them all. Not to worry! I just began digging up plants and moving them closer to the house. I really can't imagine a home without flowers or a year without seasons...