Good Bye Forsythia
Hello Pussy Willow
For many Spring is a time of joy and relief. For me this is the season I struggle with the most. The world is a bit muddled and so goes my mind and energy. I have trouble focusing and shifting with spring transition. The transformation from winter to spring in Maine is usually a slow journey. I find spring hard to define. It is so fluctuating then suddenly it is summer or the summer never gets going.... It took me ten years of living here before I could began to enjoy Maine springs. In the PNW, where I grew up, I would plant peas in February! I can't even imagine that after 30 years here.
Some days I am chomping at the bit to get outside and work the land but, the conditions don't allow much work. Mostly I just want to sit in the spring (I don't..but it is what I desire) The world can't seem to decide...is is winter...is it not...I have trouble deciding too.
Today was most likely my last snow shoe (unless we get another snow storm). The field conditions were not too good. Most of the woods would have been difficult without the snowshoes...except where the springs are bubbling up. So the road and leash until further notice. No more woods wandering for a while. So instead you get my ramblings!
winter winds bring
a pussy willow still life
vacillating hush
Japanese Fantail Pussy Willow
Our spring has been slow to arrive this year. One never knows in northern Illinois. Last year my crocus bloomed in February. None so far this year.
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