Last week I had KC home with the flu, so I spent most of the week indoors reading while she laid about with a fever watching videos. On Friday she was finally well enough for the babysitter to come. So I took my faithful hound outside for some well earned fresh air and searched for some signs of Spring. I found a little color in our yard...
|Some sad little crocuses.|
|This little guy had been above ground all week and still hadn't found the courage to open.|
After a stressful week, I was rewarded with a tranquil sea of browns, gray, and muted greens that still dominate the landscape here. Luckily, I am a big fan of subdued tones. So it was some delicious eye-candy for one weary woman.
|Red buoy. |
A couple weeks ago this still had large floats of ice drifting through.
|The promenade's end.|
|This is what I saw when I looked behind me.|
I guess because of that, I am not so anxious for Spring to burst onto the scene, pushing us out of our cozy hibernation. The way winter hangs on reminds me of the Springtimes of my childhood where we would make bets as to whether we would have snow on Easter. Well we are a week away from Easter and we had snow today. I wonder if our sad little crocuses will have a chance to open before they fade.
So as I admire the photos of my friend's in the states spring blossoms, and hear from my old neighbor that the weeping cherry tree we planted in memory of my Dad is flowering. I wish I could see it in person, but not enough to leave, and miss the promise held by a Swedish Spring.