Slowly we’re shaking off the effects of our winter hibernation, walking outside to sniff the air to see if we can detect any signs of spring.
Some days it feels like yes. Some days, no.
That’s part of the joy of living in our part of the Ohio River Valley. We might see a couple of 60 degree days in February, but they’re usually followed up quickly with snow or ice or a frozen blast of arctic air.
But we can feel it coming.
Our hemisphere’s been turning its face back toward the sun since late December. and somewhere, deep in our bones or maybe in our lizard brains we feel the spring. It whispers its song to our mitochondria causing them to sway and swell, filling us with the desire to get outside and get some dirt under our fingernails. To feel the sun on our faces. To taste the breeze.
And so we rub the winter sleep from our eyes, stretch our slothful backs, and watch the weather reports. We look for signs of crocus and daffodil. We watch for the the tips of tree branches to green. We scoop up a handfuls of earth and feel its temperature, wondering if its almost time to push a few peas into the ground.
The tug of spring acts on us like the pull of the moon on the oceans, leading us back outside, back into the garden and back into the sun.
Are you ready for spring? Or if you’re in the southern hemisphere, have you started putting your gardens to bed?
And aren’t the seasons wonderful?