It’s grey and nasty today and all I can think about is spring. I know it will come but its arrival seems a long way away.
So instead of moaning, I’m dreaming of snowdrops …
and crocus …
and buds beginning to bloom.
I’m dreaming of stretching out on the grass in Annetta’s garden, gazing at the scilla and bloodroot that cover the hillside.
I’m yearning for the day when the magnolia buds, now tightly wrapped in their furry coats,
open to a petticoat pink that dances in the breeze.
I’m yearning for the day when ferns begin to unfurl…
and daffodils form an orderly line, processing across the grass.
Yearning won’t bring spring any sooner. But I can dream, can’t I?
What are you dreaming about?