4.16.17 It’s been a week since snow fell, and happily melted. Spring-like daytime temperatures and longer days have finally given way to spring beauties in the woods, peepers in the wetlands and the green, green grass of another season. There’s an excitement in the air – of better things to come. I’m impatient, and turn over the decaying autumn leaves, searching for sprouts, quickly covering them back up when I find them, knowing all is well. The old place wakes from its slumber. We throw open the windows and doors, anticipating the time here, with family and friends – the best days of each year. I’ll clean the garden beds and plant more flowers, knowing full well that the magic is not in the flowers, but in the memories families and friends create here.
