The first month of winter is behind us. Two more to go. Then spring!
The Acres are a paradox these last few days. There are still patches of
snow everywhere although a lot of it has turned to slush. The ground
though is frozen tundra still. Rock hard as I traverse the homestead.
Some snow places won't melt until it really gets warm--especially the
patches up against the treeline. Winter boots are still a must. The
pond, too, is frozen solid and up. I'm always a little surprised that the water level rises all winter. I shouldn't be--but I always am. Slow learner or slow rememberer? Both, I imagine.
The pot bunkers seem to be doing okay. The iris are still showing signs
of life. The snow blanket has melted on most of them. Must really be
warm under there. Some spring buds are starting to poke through the
mulch as if it's March already. Hope we get a new blanket soon. The
pussy willow by the pond is marvelous. (Sorry to keep bringing that up
Kathy.) I do have some work to do. I'm tempted to buy a power saw but I
am such a klutz I know I would be armless or legless the first time I
tried to use it. Still tempted, though. I will continue to work on
cutting down the beds. Winter exercise. Amazing how warm one can get
working in the cold--wind and all. No buds yet on the Lenten Roses.
They'll be first to herald the arrival of spring.
Anyway.
Expectation disease is still doing well. Waiting is still in order.
Sooner than you think the renewal will begin. I am still hoping for a
few beautiful snow storms. Some nights of listening to the wind moaning
in the barren tree tops. A few winter cold evenings with a star-studded
sky. Beauty and winter are not enemies. They are times filled with
wonders, rife with expectation and imagination, designed to make us
contented waiters. One day at a time.
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