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Hope

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Hope never dies;
She only sleeps.
And when the warmth of springtime comes,
She’ll awaken, yawn, stretch
And change into dreams fulfilled.

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HERALDS OF SPRING

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Just when you think you’ve had enough;
The cold gets you down;
Trudging through snow seems so rough,
Out come lovely heralds of Spring:
Some of them blooming
While others start to sing.

Just about the time you give in
To endless Winter,
All around you will begin
To awaken and give new birth
So is the cycle
Of life on Mother Earth.

A SNOWY DAY

Cold that chills to the bone;
Yet lovely,
All crystaline and white.
Dazzling in sunshine;
Soft as velvet at dusk.

 

Home is so inviting,
Offering soup;
Warmth that holds and fills us
While snow blows into drifts;
Statues made by the wind.

 

Landscape dressed in splendor;
Pure delight,
Bundled up for a walk;
Drawing in frosty breath;
Till we go back inside.

SNOWMEN…PEOPLE(?)

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Even after the snow on the ground has melted, there are brave testimonies of its recent presence; proud sculptures that reflect the creativity of children:  Snowmen…or is the PC term “snowpeople”?  They stand in yards all around town, wearing hats and scarves, some made of leaves.  (Hmmm, I wonder if that’s to keep the cold in as far as they’re concerned.)

Snowpeople are perhaps one of the oldest and most universal expressions of art and play.  They come in all shapes and sizes; some are very elaborate, while others are simple, just like the variations among humans.

They are hearty folk, often the last vestiges of winter to disappear.

When I was in the sixth grade, a neighbor, my sister and I built a snowperson we named Mrs. Watson, after the street on which we lived.  She was so tall, we had to get a ladder to put her head on. She probably grew to about eight feet in height by the time we were done.  I wouldn’t call her lovely; she was a bit lumpy and not all that well proportioned.  Okay, what can you expect from three children on a cold winter day?

Mrs. Watson stood proudly in the corner of a neighbor’s field for the entire winter; in fact, it was mid May by the time she finally finished melting away.  By then, she was only a shadow of her magnificent self.

Children aren’t the only ones who have fun with snow people.

A few years ago, my cousin told me about a niece who worked at a restaurant in a well known resort.  There had been an unusually early snowstorm, so business at the restaurant was nonexistent.

My cousin’s niece (I’ll call her Lucy) clearly had too much time on her hands:  She made three snow people and put them in one of the cars for the nearby tram.  Then she called the operators’ station and said,
“The people in Car #8 will need a little help getting out.”
“Are they injured?”
“No, just a little cold!”

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OH, THE FLOWERS!

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When I was growing up, we used to get bulb catalogs right about now.  Yes, in the middle of winter, while the snow is blowing into drifts outside and gardening is the least likely activity of the day!
But oh, the flowers!  Page after page of beauty in every shape, size and color.
Now is a good time to think about them; in fact, just trying to name my favorites puts a big smile on my face.  Let’s see, there’s roses, violets, gladiolas, delphinium, lilies, daisies, hollihocks, petunias, pansies,…too many to list…and they’re all my favorites!
What is (are) your favorite(s)?  Why?

HAPPINESS INSIDE

When it gets cold,
We need ways to get warm;
That make us feel cozy
And safe from a storm,

 
With sweaters and blankets,
Hot coffee and such;
Conversation and stories;
A friendly touch.

 
When the wind howls
Piling snow into drifts,
We’ll seek refuge inside,
With mugs that we lift,

 

Buttered rums and coffee
Fill us up with their cheer;
Happiness inside while
Winter is here.

PUT TO BED

Today was more like winter than mid fall:  Cold, windy and wet.  I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it freezes tonight…or snows…or both.

 

Thankfully, my “yarden” is all put to bed.  The hoses are picked up, drained and hung; more delicate bulbs have been dug and put into a box.

 

Some things will die now:  The basil, marigolds and zinias.  I’ll have to plant new ones next year.

 

Other things will go dormant:  The maple tree, delphinium, bee balm and such.  Then, when the soil warms and Spring’s happy call awakens them, they will send up new shoots and tender leavs.

 

A number of birds spend the winter here.  They will find seeds and other delightful bites, at least until the snow covers everything in its cold, white blanket.  Then, they’ll hang out in the elderberry bushes, chattering all at once, like the Ladies’ Aid Society having a gathering.

 

I am tucked in for winter, too.  The air conditioner is in the closet, replaced by a storm window; in fact all of the extra shelter of winter is in place.

 

There is a pile of quilts on my bed, instead of the one light blanket of summer.

 

I am not one to like salad all that much, once the weather turns cold.  Oh, maybe one on the side with hot food for the main course.  Soup, stew and pasta seem more appealing.

 

I like the change of seasons where I live.  Each one has its beauty.

 

Right now, while Autumn reigns, we have lovely days with plenty of sunshine mixed with chilly air; a sweater feels so good.

 

When Winter comes to stay for her season, there will be snowy days that call for favorite music and a pot filled with some yummy, warm comfort food on the stove.

 

Spring ushers in warmth, fragrance and new beginnings.  I especially love the smell as the earth thaws.

 

Then, Summer will arrive with her abundance and openness.  Neighbors come out of hiding to greet each other with such joy.

 

Now, then, is the cozy season, when plants and animals sleep; people gather indoors and the world grows quiet.

 

Good night, Yarden;  sleep well, little rodents who hybernate; see you in the Spring, bees who enjoy all the flowers, stay warm and safe, okay?