When you read this we will either be digging out from a snow storm or living in the dark of an ice storm.  So.  Let us talk of more pleasant things!  Like, what is happening to the world outside while we languish in the doldrums of Winter.


Over in the woods, beneath Autumn’s old leaves, the mighty morel is beginning to stir from his slumber.  Singly or in marvelous “patches” he is preparing to unfold and stand erect waiting for the eager hunter.  Wood violets, bleeding hearts, Jacks-in-the-pulpit and may apples also wait for their grand entrance along with Quaker ladies who will spread their wash across the wooded hills.  Redbuds and dogwoods are trembling with an eagerness to stand in splendor among the bare trees while shadbush and wild plum join in.


Down South a Spring migration is preparing as Monarchs, Swallowtails, bluebirds, and tiny wrens prepare to follow the grackles and red-winged blackbirds to our back yards.  Even closer are those spring harbingers who sleep beneath the soil.  Spring “Peepers” are practicing their evensong and a few out-of-season cicadas and crickets are tuning their instruments for an all-out assault on our ears.


In flower gardens now brown and lifeless; along sidewalks and around trees, lies Spring’s color guard.  Tulips, daffodils and crocus are preparing tiny shoots to work their way upward.  Perennials are beginning to send new life into brown twigs, Magnolia buds are braving the cold, waiting to explode in shades of pink and white.  Rose bushes wait beneath their mulch and protective cones.


And the evergreens look down upon the cold blanket in high disdain for creatures that appear only in the summer.  “We are ever faithful!” they seem to be saying; “We wear winter like an ermine jacket and scoff at frosty days!”


In snug barns, knee deep in golden straw, the brood cows are getting pot-bellied as they await the birthing of this year’s calves.  Soon the spindly-legged babies will wobble around like adorable clowns.

Yes, Spring is waiting in the wings as she has done since time began.


While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and

Summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.  Gen. 8:22


And that is a very good promise to think about at a time like this!



About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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