The maple tree outside my window has opened her early blossoms. Always among the very first signs of spring, this is a very welcome sight. On facebook, I saw that someone around here spied an osprey – wow! Usually they arrive around St. Patrick’s Day.
The ground is impossibly wet – squishy, muddy, soaked. Like walking on a dirty sponge, you sink down deep inside of it. It’s boot season for sure.
Spring begins to appear in little things, like my to-do list, which is starting to include planning for summer and fall events.
I head to the estate to water the greenhouse seedlings, and take in the dusky scent of potting mix, water and heat – co-mingled and heady. It seems that being in there must be good for one’s health.
I slow down, take deep breaths in the greenhouse, close my eyes, and savor the moment.
Everything is right on time. I am right on time.
So are you.