Spring Always Comes

Spring never slips over the earth in an instant, instead it comes in fits and spurts.

A flower pops up here, while a bit of snow falls there. A chilly day today is followed by blue skies and sun tomorrow as winter slowly cedes to spring.snow drops

This year instead of sharing time, winter and spring are sparring.  The ground’s dusting of snow is quickly burned off by the hot sun, only to be replaced by evening. Warm days are chased with frigid ones. A sunny day is repeatedly interrupted by howling wind and snow. Its a war between the seasons, but I know who will win.DSCN1816-(2sm)

Life always marches on. Spring always follows winter.

The baby chicks are peeping warm and safe out of the biting wind and the daffodils are slowly blooming despite their occasional covering of snow. baby chickNew bees have been installed with plenty of honey to keep them fed until the weather warms and new fruit trees have been planted in spraying snow with fingers crossed.new bees

Spring always wins, but that doesn’t mean winter has to make it easy.

This month we said our first hellos to brand new family, brand new friends.

And this month we said our last goodbyes to others.crocus

Spring always comes, life always goes on, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

It’s Still Coming

The last weekend in February was warm.

Fifty plus degrees warm.

And sunny.

So sunny that two of us ended up sun burnt.

The snow melted, sandals and shorts were dug out of closets (because this is Wisconsin) and we all enjoyed the hint of things to come.

And then, on the first of March (because this is Wisconsin), it snowed.

A perfect, beautiful fluffy snow.  And people howled as if spring had been stolen from them.

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It’s still coming.

Can’t you feel it?

The sun beams warm the patches of floor they fall on.

Can’t you see it?

The chickens are laying more eggs.

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The forgotten tulip bulbs have sprouted in their bags.

Even the garlic can’t resist the call of spring as it sends out tiny green tendrils from it’s dark corner of the kitchen.

It’s not here yet.

It’s not time yet.

But a little snow fall can’t stop it.

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It’s still coming.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Seasons

The snow melted and we lurched out of winter and landed, with a giant squelching plop, right in the mud season.

Mud season, where we have weeks of grey skies and squishy ground, cool temperatures and muddy dogs. Weeks where even the emergence of the first snow drops can only boost a mood so far.

But, I found if I stand in the green house and look at the grey skies and bare trees from just the right angle it can be a remarkably pleasant view.greenhouse flowers

Weekly Photo Challenge: Seasons

 

Colorado: Not All Fishing

My mom and I took a trip to Colorado and despite the look of the previous post we did see more than fish.

But it’s possible we only looked up when the fish weren’t biting!

Kid Art

flowers in spare tireA spontations, ephemeral and collaborative effort using found items.

flowers in spare tire

Sadly, this piece of artwork was dismantled immediately after being photographed as it was in an area that required “cleaning up.”

Did I Just Say What I Thought I Said? XII

It’s the twelfth edition of “Did I Just Say What I Thought I Said?” in which I share phrases that I never thought:
A) Would ever need to be said in the first place,
B) that I would need to be the one to say them and
C) that I wouldn’t just be saying them, I’d be yelling them.

“Stop putting grapes in the flowers!”daffodils with grape

And, as if that wasn’t enough:

“No! No goldfish either!”

Thankfully, I was talking crackers.

Apparently daffodils make irresistible cups for small bits of lunch that you are no longer interested in eating.grape in a daffodil And, to be clear, it wasn’t the daffodils I was worried about so much as the vase, an as of yet unbroken wedding gift.   I refer you to The Anarchist 2.0 and the Goldfish to refresh your memory as to the nature of my concern. But I’ll give you a hint.

Kids are masters at wreckin’ it.

Fortunately, due to my new “No grapes in flowers rule,” the vase is safe… for now.