Rain, snow, and general blustery-ness have been the order of the day. Midwestern spring at its fitful best. Although I have made my way outside today (twice), my instinct now is to hibernate—on the couch, under a throw.
However, the truth is that, fitful as it may be, spring is coming. For a few weeks now, I’ve been seeing glimpses of small yellow flowers (aconites, I think) here and there.
Then a couple of days ago, the blues skies and light of a sunny day that promised spring weather drew me outside.
A stone stairway flanked by ivy-wrapped trees led to squelching muddy paths in a small park I rarely frequent. This park, however, must be in a warmer, milder patch of ground, because while other parks in our area still look wintery, this one was alive with the green shoots and buds of early spring. What a beautiful surprise!