Take a look out your window. Unless you have plane or train tickets to somewhere warm, this is about as good as it gets for the next week or so. You could go and check out the Spring flowers at the Como Conservatory, or, you can check wherever you buy flowers to see if they have any forsythia bunches blooming. Last weekend I displayed some rare common sense when I asked my better half to see if she could find some forsythia while she was shopping. I volunteered to pay for a couple of bunches. They really help the living area take on an aura of Spring.
Spring decorations © harrington
We have a forsythia bush in the front yard that needs to be transplanted or replaced. We have well draining soil in abundance, but the full sunlight that makes forsythia happy will never reach the plan in front of the house, shaded from the western sun by the house and from eastern and southern sunlight by some tall oaks and white pines. This is the year I
want towill get a forsythia and lilac planted where they belong and we can see and smell them on Spring and Summer evenings. I'm starting to think and act a bit more like "the man who planted trees." If you haven't read it, you might want to check it out someday soon. Here's a link to one version. Claude McKay offers another way to respond to a Winter such as we've just had.
After the Winter
Some day, when trees have shed their leavesAnd against the morning’s whiteThe shivering birds beneath the eavesHave sheltered for the night,We’ll turn our faces southward, love,Toward the summer isleWhere bamboos spire the shafted groveAnd wide-mouthed orchids smile.
And we will seek the quiet hillWhere towers the cotton tree,And leaps the laughing crystal rill,And works the droning bee.And we will build a cottage thereBeside an open glade,With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,And ferns that never fade.
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.