Popping in from a very snowy day in the city of brotherly love just to say hello, as we await Spring. The photos were taken today at 1 in the afternoon. Looking out from the safety and warmth from our front door. By the time snow ends tonight it will total around 8 inches+. Tonight temps will drop freezing everything and tomorrow will be a balmy -2 degrees!
My poor sweet little English Boxwoods... the little ones flanking the doorway were planted just this past season. I had lost my English Boxwood in my zinc containers from last years harsh winter. Day light savings is this Sunday and our weather forecast promises upwards of 50 degrees next week. Sure seems like a Spring dream. I am re-posting my poem from March 6th, 2014, it seems perfect to re-post today.
I will be back next week with my new post I'm currently working on titled Artful Expression. See you then.
There is secrecy in winter's twilight and the long daylight hours of Spring three months in-between.
Cold short days and long evenings turn into daily passages of time, longing for gentle warm sunshine that feels serene.
In anticipation you watch the snow fall create a white blanket, like winter's shroud of the season.
Icicles form and hang down like menacing daggers, winters weapons of protection is natures reason.
Reluctantly wildlife adapt to endure, when the lakes freeze over and the rivers are chunked with ice.
We bear witness to a hauntingly beautiful sight of winters icy whites, illuminated by the moon and stars bright light.
Patiently we persevere the winters relentless storms blustery winds, as we wait for rebirth of the frozen ground.
Daylight savings time once again is here, as fertile dirt thaws to yield fragrant flowers that will visually astound.
The long awaited promise of Spring arrives and birds return with lovely songs they sing.
Nature bestows us precious gifts every year, that magically daylight savings time gloriously does bring.