Not in a Hurry

My backyard last May--spring may be awhile

Next week marks the beginning of spring and nearly every day I find myself saying, "Soon there will be daffodils," or "Do you remember grass," "I can hardly wait!"  But, I'm lying.

Winter and I have gotten along just fine.  I'll enjoy spring when it gets here,  I really do love tulips, but it needn't hurry.

The road I take to drive my husband to work is tree-lined.  Yesterday, I was on my way home as the sun came up all orange and gold and bare frosted branches.  My frozen breath on the windshield glowed pink and I nearly giggled with the joy.  It stormed last night.  Driving today I could see only drifts and headlights and blowing snow. 

So I suppose it's convenient I'm not rushing winter out the door.