When the late winter cold settles in for another stay--or maybe it never left--we wonder if the frozen ponds will ever thaw.
We examine the landscape for signs of a seasonal shift. Has the red bird always lived here or is it a new part of the neighborhood? Are we seeing a red bird or just a bit of bark?
We look for new growth, but some days, all we see are the same Christmas crimsons of the berries.
We have to look at the borders to see the new shoots, the promise of new growth.
And one day, when we least expect it, a daffodil announces the dawn of spring.
Redemption is just around the corner.
feeling the feelings…
2 months ago