“We may not know whether our understanding is correct,
or whether our sentiments are noble,
but the air of the day surrounds us like spring
which spreads over the land
without our aid or notice.”
Abraham Joshua Heschel
We’ve not yet had a proper winter; and here is the first snowdrop. It caught me by surprise. I noticed it earlier, as I headed inside laden with groceries. There nodded a perfect white flower, harbinger of spring, on this January day.
Thus far we’ve imbibed real winter only from the Weather Channel. Our cold has come in short two or three day bursts, interspersed with days which leave us wondering whether it is November or May.
We did have two hard freezes earlier this week. The stalwart Geraniums, left behind near the backdoor when their cousins came inside, finally succumbed; or almost. “….. Not dead yet!” Damaged leaves cloak still living stems and roots.
But the bulbs are awakening. Tentative green leaves have shown themselves in all parts of the garden now; just as the last of this year’s lot were buried in the still malleable soil.
And the Hellebores! Like precocious schoolgirls, they are flirting with the sun as though it were March already.
It’s January, but we haven’t seen a flake of snow. The front lawn has sparkled with frost a time or two, so pretty in the morning sun. But who can argue with spring? No matter how late or how early, swelling buds and fresh green leaves never fail to make me smile.