I haven’t been feeling very springy. The winter weather hangs tightly on the earth. The clouds are hanging low and gray. The air is still too cold for my blood. I am awaiting the spring but I feel like I’m waiting and watching from a cage. Outside my windows I have watched the Elm tree buds swell and grow. They are a beautiful bright red now. The daffodils have popped up and bloomed and there is growth and movement in my garden beds. With all the rain we have, it should be a spectacular spring season. I am definitely not looking forward to the pollen. As much as I love receiving the blessings, I don’t appreciate the sneezing, wheezing and watery eyes too.
I feel the need to hibernate a bit longer. I’m not ready to bloom.