Aside from one unyielding patch of ice (which funny enough is home to our Swimming Hole…brr), Spring has sprung.
And it’s sprung right into Summer.
Break-up seems like an event with no end, it feels like the ground won’t be able to lap up the rest of the standing water and just when it seems like it might, it rains. But puddles aside, all other signs are pointing right past Spring and into Summer.
I saw my first flower a week ago, a delicate little white beauty with a purple underneath called an Anenome.
Three days ago I found again the patch of wild orchids I happened upon last year with their first blooms.
The Dryas from last year is out and uncovered and being adorable as always, making shadows with their Einstein-esque hair.
And my seeds have turned into seedlings. There’s not much better than seeing baby plants grow up.
Tis the season for new growth and so, this past week, we planted the garden. We turned the dirt and amended the soil and placed hopeful seeds into the ground and once we’ve hardened off the starts they too will go in.
The drudgery of Break-Up (and in all honesty, it was pretty mild compared to last year) has been replaced by the optimism of Spring and it feels really good. Despite the joy of seeing friends from my first Summer last year, my clinging to Winter made it hard to enjoy. This year, I feel able to dive in and its as if one big family has come home.
And so, I’m taking a note from all the new life I’ve seen and trying to emulate its rejuvenation and with Summer staring me in the face with her crazy long days and lack of sleep and constant go-go-go I’m at least feeling a little more prepared. That’s all we can hope for, right?
Progress and new starts.