Just a few days before our last wintery blast of ice and snow I accidentally found a couple inches of hope buried under fall’s leaves. It was a milder day, a balmy 40°, so I decided to gather garbage which had collected during the last few cold months in my flower beds by the entry to the house. I knew my precious blossoms would be trying to appear in the coming weeks. I did not expect to see them yet. When I overturned about an inch of mulch on accident there they were: the pale green attempts at early spring tulips. NO! I hurriedly replaced their cover knowing what lie ahead for them before they can arrive safely.
February is like the Wednesday of the week here in southern Michigan. The first part is over; there’s still week to be had; but the weekend is on the horizon. Hump Day. We’re almost over the hump.
I hear sparrows chirping more loudly each day as more arrive back home from southern retreat. My husband swears he saw a robin a few weeks ago. I didn’t believe him at first, but others have reported the same. Geese are returning as well. Now, to feel it for myself. I await the manifestation of what I know is coming, but nature is already acting on.
Valentines Day wasn’t created in our Midwestern climates, though I’m truly thankful for the diversion it creates in the doldrums of recurring late winter storms. It was this ancient holiday of Valentines that brought us together in the warmth of our living room last night. For the 6th year in a row we celebrated by exchanging gifts and/or decorated boxes with a family member whose name we’d drawn a few weeks prior. Somehow we all drew the same names we drew last year. So my husband and the oldest son living in our home right now got off easy. They basically agreed to go to the store and buy each other the treats they liked best without any imagination whatsoever….because that’s how they like it. To each his own. It could have been worse: They could’ve handed each other five bucks at the exchange. Mark my words, next year it will be different.😂
Our daughter, youngest son, and myself used the last few weeks to concoct ideas that would make each other smile. She had drawn his name and proceeded to make a tri-plane in the style of the Red Baron, complete with a spinning propeller. She filled it with goodies and a stuffed dog.
He drew my name and made a dog house filled with a couple cute puppies (named Rose and Dot), a coffee mug, chocolate, and a lilac candle.
I drew my daughters name. I have to say a large “thank you” to all of the helpful Starbucks fans who’ve put their crafty ideas on Pinterest. With their ideas I managed to create a giant mock up of her favorite whip-topped cup of joe. Inside were a few goodies streamlined for her liking as well.
Another successful exchange. Now we march on. No pun intended. But I do hope March comes quickly without a lot of fanfare. Though the melting ice crystals scattered across the lawn are beautiful as they glisten in the sun….I’m ready to trade up.