The daffodils are just now daring to poke their green stems through the frosted mud.
Well, that and the sap starts flowing. (we make our own maple syrup each year =D) It is delicious stuff, let me tell you! =P We've had our taps in about a week now. This year we have around 70+ taps--according to my sister. =) The best part is sticking your finger as it is just coming out of the tree--cold and just slightly sweet and sticky.
Rain, mud, rain, flooding, and more rain are some of the other signs...=P
If you were to step outside my house right now...
Your feet would either sink in the never ending mud, slip on the hidden ice, or crunch over piles of forgotten snow.
The gentle breeze would lift your hair away from your face.
The drizzle would dampen you.
Sounds of the distant roaring creek would reach your ears.
The smell of spring would bring a smile to your face and a sparkle to your eyes.
You would see lines of light blue tubing criss-crossing through the gray woods as they make their way down to the large blue barrels collecting their contents.
What would happen if you stepped outside your house right now?
Spring, you're very welcome here!
for as the daffodils say
"Winter is dead!"*edited note: I wrote this yesterday afternoon but decided today to make it a post--we just got 18" of snow...so yeah...oh hello winter, I
Love in Christ,