A Sunny Day

Verdant green

foreshadows the coming

of Spring

Despite a fresh blanket of snow

covering the mud puddles again.

A halo of flowers

bids haste

to sunshine’s warming balms

Happy Spring and Happy Sunday

to Monkey Man 

and all his friends at the Sunday 160.

Sweet Day, but Winter's Not Done Yet

I puddle jumped my way through the day today. Slopped over mushy snow banks and avoided skidding through stop signs. All with a smile knowing that these were signs that Spring was on the way.

But really?

Seeing two guys sauntering across Richmond St. in shorts and t-shirts is just too much for me yet.

*My mucklucks are still on my feet, scarf around my neck and hat planted firmly on my head for this Flash 55. It is February and there is snow in the 7-day forecast. I am not putting my winter gear away yet...

Groundhog Day

Sweet reminder for

the day that groundhogs predict

Spring shall soon arrive 

~

late on Wednesday

but inspired to write quick

and join One Shot Team

Spring Plantings

Signs of Spring and cool sunshine

Brought me outside

To turn the earth

and feel dirt

with fingers 

Pale from winter's ways.

Insistent breezes

blew sweet remembrances

and promises of 

a bountiful tomorrow.

DNA dug in.

Yesterdays rains,

Aided by a watering can's drops

Finished morning's work.

Hope lives

in tomorrow's turn.

Cold Sunshine Promises

The weather outside my door

has turned a might

cold

today.

Spring gifts

are left closed,

despite

Sunshine

Brilliant

in its splendour

and promises

of Spring

Awake

Drab day outside my window

leaves me curled into blanket nook

of dreams

ah, yes
   to dream, to dream

I dream of sunshine,

flowers wriggling through cool earth

fighting to gain topside

As we all do

  on a day like today

gray

Colour my world in sunshine

paint my world without tears.

of grief and passing,

I do tire.

Let Spring vault

higher

far higher than

the dirth in earth outside

For I am tired

Spring is in the air...

   The windows are opened to let in the tentative days of spring. Lunch has been eaten outdoors twice this week and the barbeque has come alive in even-time. Patches of snow still spot the yard, but more soggy grass is evident every day. While I long to shout "Spring has sprung!" from the rooftops and garden beds, I wait. It is still early March after all. My cautious Canadian brain wags its finger at me, forewarning a spring squall or two to come. Planting season is still eons off, as the rule of thumb is not to plant til May 2-4. Temptation is strong though in my pale green fingers. Discussions of spring cleanup in yards gave animation to talk over lunch. Oh yes! It is coming. One friend added to the list of additional places to get my hands dirty gives me a giddy grin. How many additional gardens can I reach my hand into this year? For today though I make do with the delicate breeze wrought from the Earth's tilt to the sun. Craning our necks we all reach for it. I don't have shorts unpacked just yet, and cannot quite bring myself to put away the winter jacket, but it is coming. Oh yes, Spring is in the air...

Burgers are up!

    Sunshine heralded the first picnic of the season. Rather early I'd say, but with the sunshine filling wintry eyes and warming pastie multi-layered skin it was a must. Left-over soup was less palatable with weather demanding fresh fare plucked from the garden. As nothing will grow in March mush and snow, I acquiesced  and opted for water to fill me up instead. Topped off with a cookie or two for good measure (beware those of you with peanut allergies -Peanut Butter Chocolate Chunk sated my sins). Tempting as it was to uncover tender tootsies to the air, I made do with sock-clad sandals. Aghast as I would be to see such fare in mid-summer, it pleased me on this Tuesday in early March. I banished the thoughts that more snow will undoubtedly fall before winter wearily wends its way out of existence.

   Spring is in the air! Shorts are on the runners and bicycles have been bouncing down the boulevards of my life this week. It cannot be denied. So with those uplifting thoughts, I pulled into my driveway this evening and headed straight for the barbeque. It was time. I lit a match and watched flames leap across cold, cold burners. Burning the winter winds away takes time, but I scraped off memories of chilly nights. A New Day was upon me. If I could whistle I would have been full of tunes. Alas that skill has never been fostered, so I hum te dum daaed in the waning day.

 "Sizzle, Hiss, Sizzle, spizzle, spit..."

  "Burgers are up! Grubs on for my first bbq of spring"

Sunny Spring Stroll

Water flows

Spring has touched all living souls.

Smiles spring skyward

Soft steps sneak

Busy birds building

A new home's peak

Brilliant blue jays blare.
Cautious cardinals quest
And a little lazy robin
Bobs brashly cross to nest

My quiet little crocus

Peeks cautious petals up

So delicate and hardy

The season's first tender blush.

Oh, to sit beside the stream!
My stream of yesterday
When birds just sung
and river's run
And thoughts could stay right there.

Today the city clamours in

Birdsong fighting over traffic din.

The clock of responsibility doth tock

For tomorrow pushes on.

Tomorrow pushes on...