Saturday, March 8, 2014

Spring {The Evasive Mistress of Winter-Weary Souls}

The sun. Instead of a 'Help Me, Batman' beacon into the night it's a 'Joy & Bliss' beam that glows down through the dining room curtains.  

We petition for warmth. The sun is heaven's prayer for us.

It is also a teasing little flirt.

We went looking for The Turning Of The Season.  "Let's go on a Scavenger Hunt!" I said to the kids. "Whoever finds the most signs of spring gets a hot chocolate!"

"No thanks," said Zander.

"Grumps get snow down their backs!" I promised.

"Fine!" He got into his snow pants.

There's a park in town. We call it 'The Beach' but it's really just a river with some sand dumped on the banks.  It was eerily beautiful to see it completely covered in snow almost to the height of the bridge. A fool might think they could walk across it but we could hear the roar of the water churning beneath the ice on its way to McGowan Falls.

Spring {The Evasive Mistress of Winter-Weary Souls}, McGowan Falls, Durham Ontario, no beach patrol

When the sun glows bright and the sky paints blue shadows across a pristine river of snow and the temperature hoovers just shy of freezing, there's a {brief} moment when you can say, "Winter's not so bad."

Spring {The Evasive Mistress of Winter-Weary Souls}, McGowan Falls, Durham Ontario,

We followed the trail along the water; our soundtrack the call of birds, the occasional crack of breaking ice, the rushing of the river, and the lovely cacophony of complaining children.

"Can we be done?"
"Let's turn back!"
"I haven't seen one sign of Spring!"
"This is BORRRRING!"

Ah, my sweet lovelies.

They were right, though. No signs. Aside from the breaking ice and the sun and the fact that I was thinking everything was so pretty that I may not have to pick up and move to Mexico after all. 

And for all their complaining, I think they had just a little bit of fun.


Spring {The Evasive Mistress of Winter-Weary Souls}, snow hill jumping
Spring {The Evasive Mistress of Winter-Weary Souls}, snow hill jumping
Spring {The Evasive Mistress of Winter-Weary Souls}, snow hill jumping

This winter has not been easy. We have lived through a broken furnace, running out of propane, piling wood in the frigid cold, missed days of school, broken boots, torn snow pants, falling through ice.

BUT we have each other, our health, and a whole lot of quilts.

Sure, there's snow up to our window sills and it's going to cost us a fortune when it's time to square up with The Man With A Tractor who clears our driveway...but spring is coming and great things are worth waiting for.
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Until then, I will keep on dreaming of a beautiful garden that is not the hot mess it was last year. I will keep dreaming of a chicken coop and three laying beauties. I will keep on dreaming of the sun and hope against hope that we have enough wood to last us until it's committed to a change of season.

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