Spring. Can we say it's finally here? On this gorgeous weekend with sunshine and a teasing temperature reaching the +18 mark. I still think it's a miracle (and despite our upside down winter) that trees start budding and with forsythia, pussy willows and those petite crocuses popping up telling the world they may be small but mighty. Tulips. Daffodils. The beguiling smell of hyacinths.
Even the word "spring" conjures up a physical rebound. In my eyes, people out walking do have that spring in their step, as they shed their winter clothing (armour?) and embrace the sun and warmth, and give thanks for mother nature and the miracle that is spring. And let's not forget the rituals of spring. Spring cleaning?? observing neighbours cleaning up their gardens, talking to other neighbours that they may not have seen in months. Spring races. Training for races? Getting out the garden and balcony furniture. Having enough faith to keep pansies outdoors. And new babies coming into our world. All beacons of much needed hope in our sometimes dark and worrying world.
And for those of you taking in the solar eclipse on Monday, enjoy this once in a lifetime phenomenon. Me, I'll be inside protecting our beloved four legged one. He's a sensitive soul that, like many other animals, might be affected by the unexpected darkness in the middle of the afternoon. And according to an article from CBC, because of the diurnal clock signal kicking in - "not surprisingly, birds are going to go to bed" Who knew? Or any excuse to have a nap!
