The Prickly Green of Life

The green is itching to get out, I can feel it. And yet the snow remains and the cold envelopes like a hair shirt that we cannot shake. This season of ice has been painful and the roads have hurt so badly with the sores of empty asphalt and sometimes bottomless and they can devour a car or truck with one gulp.

So here we all sit watching out the window for that ride out of this cage of frigid life which holds us captive many moments of every year of our lives. Most January to Decembers hold winters that mystify and invigorate, but when they out stay their welcome a hate builds up inside and a need burns to move on and make the warmer world home.

But warm will turn to hot, humid and sticky like a wet shirt that won’t come off our hard breathing bodies. Even our breath on those days is hard to deal with as the tears of our bodies come in droves from our foreheads rather our now dry eyes.

Wishing away life to find that comfortable home can be fun in the imagination – but rarely is so in real life.

© Christi Broersma - 2009

A Long Drawn Out Good-bye

Life has gotten more than a bit crazy for me lately, things breaking down and needing to be replaced, all the stuff that makes for an interesting spring time. I want to work in my garden!! I'm sick of snow, cold weather and simply winter in general. We washed my car today so of course it's going to snow 3-6 inches tomorrow. UGH!

Weather all over is crazy, and extreme too. So my wish for the coming week - after all this craziness is 45 to 50 degree temps and just a little bit of spring...please!

Winter's Still Here!

We have more snow coming tonight, and possibly more later this week. The temps are warmer, but it sure doesn't feel or look like spring! To some who are sick of winter this last hurrah of the season of cold, snow and frigid temps is just plain frustrating! But the warmth of spring the smell of the soil and the colors of those early flowers will come.

But now the season is the back and forth between winter and the mud and pot hole season. The pot holes in the road have grown in both size and number and the poor road commissions here up North are doing everything to keep up - but if you live here you know they're not. Some pot holes are canyons and you just have to drive like you're on some back road - slow and carefully.

But it isn't simply the holes that have our attention, it is the wet and the mud that seems to be everywhere. By the time this season is in full swing people are really beginning to compare which was worse, the snow and ice or the holes and the mud! And then with just a few warm days there are bits of green, and then the first bursts of color that break free from the those first attempts at spring.

I like winter, but those early spring colors are so special. I love those first touches that are truly signs of spring. It's when winter finally takes off the snowboots and puts on the garden shoes, and the wellies!