Hints of spring in the air this weekend. Tiny buds on the brambles, fat-bellied ewes, broody hens (ugh!) and all sorts of unearthed treasures.
A fairy house forgotten all winter:
A pair of bulldozers (Come to think of it, this is what our vehicles looked like parked in our driveway a few weeks ago...)
The remains of a spectacular fort (And the tools that created it, too)
So THAT's where that hat went!
And this baseball too.
I feel a certain kinship with these objects today, as if I too, am waking from a long, cold snowy dream.
I enjoy some aspects of winter, really. The woodstove for instance. I even sort of enjoy getting up early to stoke a nice warm fire for the kids. (Our house is primarily heated by wood, so this task is crucial on those below 20 mornings.) And a cold clear 4 AM makes me feel tough. I like Orion in the sky, the look of our neighbor's white fields under a blanket of moonlight, the cozy, homebound feel of "snow days"... and the inevitable power outtages.
Of course, there are many less pleasing aspects of the New England winter. But I won't dwell on those here.
This weekend, the first that shouted "Spring" with certainty was also a weekend of cleaning (Spring cleaning?) and full-throttle writing, of kids NOT stuck inside arguing and puppies out for a walk.
A great weekend all around--
as if we've all shrugged off a little snow and started up where we've left off.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Posted by Perri at 5:22 PM