There’s not much upon we can definitively rely these days – far less than ever before, it certainly seems – but there has always been a spring, in some way, shape or form. We are almost there once again, and it will be here in a few weeks. After the past year, however, we greet it hesitantly; as welcome and as needed as it is, I’m still wary. Too many plans have been derailed, too many perfect vacations canceled and erased from the calendar. I’d rather be pleasantly surprised than depressingly disappointed.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t given in to some of the hope that is in the air.
A bouquet of jonquils has already come and gone in our kitchen.
The tulips and hyacinths have started appearing in the markets.
And the primrose plants seen here are brightening up the greenhouses at Faddegon’s.
All are signs that spring, in whatever way it will, shall come again.
