Spring flounced in for the day like a tutu-clad toddler at a Senior’s birthday party. Causing glimmers of remembered light in aged Winter’s old man eyes.
She spent part of the day hiding shyly in the fog that layered the potholed roads like icing on a cake. We could see her glancing out from behind the clouds until later in the day she felt comfortable enough to shine her unseasonal brilliance our way.
A sudden shift in the mood
….was felt all around when she smiled.
It wasn’t just the skies that were flashing brilliance, every walker, tethered dog, and wool covered sheep in the fields seemed to be more joyful with the extra light. Even the normally stoic cows chomping hay at the roadside feeder looked happier.
The wild ducks on the semi-frozen pond seemed to be immune to their normal fear of movement on the road above. Uncharacteristically slower in their fire drill evacuations that regularly propelled them from the water at the sight of a human.
The boys are back in town
A growing flock of eagles sunned themselves in the top tier branches of bare trees lining the edge of the chicken farm’s white covered field. While a faint chorus of “the boys are back in town” could be heard over their mournful keening. Sharp eyes waiting for the sight of a tractor advancing with its barn cleanout, signifying an easy takeout meal.
Laughter echoed down the gravel encrusted roads as walkers dodged puddles, ignoring icy spots, and waving to each other. The conversation was anything but normal, its usual quick greetings as legs were propelled forward by determination, replaced with wide smiles and hello’s. The word Spring was said as often as it could be worked into the conversation.
Passerbys without the layered warmth of mitts and hats were unrecognizable now as lightly layered walkers. And they seemed hesitant to leave each other, knowing this moment was a small reward for lasting through the deep snowfalls and freezing temperatures of an Okanagan winter.
By the end of the day, Spring was overcome with a sugar high tantrum, a mix of too much attention and wrong timing. Sobbing as she was unceremoniously ushered out the door.
You can come and visit again Spring
We promised her as we closed the curtains against the loud snores of Old Man Winter. You can come back again, we promise.
Jen @ The Light Laughed
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RURAL Winter Love
As much as we pine for Spring, we’re determined to live each moment fully, and experience Winter in all of it’s icy glory.
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Look for RURAL Spring, out in March as soon as we see the first green spears of the sprouting seeds we planted between its pages piercing the soil.