Its nearly three years since my last entry. And on a precious spring evening.... which means no leaves on trees, no green on the ground...basically a lack of snow and if you look closely...a bronze flair to the maples. This means spring is on the way. The robins provide a way post, hopping along where the sun melts the earth enough for them to tug worms out of the ground. That's the promise of spring.
You can't blame the harshness of winter and you can't wish for an early spring. Well, you can wish for it unconditionally, knowing that the roller coaster ride of recent weather patterns means you might just get 20 C followed by -20 C. Still, a few snowdrops and the hint of daffodil leaves would be inspiring. Having forced the cuttings of dappled willow, all tangled now with their roots, and the transplanted hydrangeas from the dark cellar to the light kitchen, it's out of my control. I am more than okay with that.