The sunlight shifted a bit last week, hinting at spring. It’s still February and there is a lot of snow yet to come, but maybe we have seen the last of below zero temperatures for this winter.
I first noticed the light-shift in July as a harbinger of autumn many years ago and find the spring shift a little more subtle, but it’s there.
I love the whispers of the new season. I am lucky to live in a place with four seasons, even if we sometimes have three of them in the same twenty-four hour period.
Our elevation makes it interesting, to say the least, and autumns on the east coast spoiled me. We are pretty short-lived in the Rockies with a few weeks of color and then a lot of brown until the snow comes to stay.
So, the light gave the first inkling of spring and the blackbirds returned last week, confirming it. The Sandhill cranes will be back in another month. I love it.
But in the meantime, we have snow, and Pippin expressed the mood perfectly when I let him out.
No…just no. He came back in and found a patch of sunlight to nap in instead.
As for me, I will have to settle for looking at gardening catalogs.
(I do not receive any compensation if you happen to purchase from Gardener’s Supply. I just like their stuff and their philosophy)
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