The Crocus Are Coming, The Crocus Are Coming!

Spring seems to be arriving ever so slowly and tentatively here in West Michigan as is my announcement of its possible arrival. I say this because we’ve been dumped on with January weather since November, I kid you not. And, I really can not say for certain that we are done with January just yet either.

But I actually have a few crocus budding out as the now ugly brown dirty snow recedes from my front yard gardens. And I now have 3 snow drop flowers in bloom! They are the first generally in my garden to sparkle in the sun shine and bring me hope of things to come.

I live about a mile from Lake Michigan and we still have snow in the yard and did while the rest of the world a mile east of here has been rid of the bulk of it for a couple of weeks now. The Lake provides us with cool winds in the summer, warmth in the early winter time, lake effect snow in the winter, and now it is keeping us cooler with its very cold mass just waiting to warm up with the warmer spring sun.

Spring summer winter and fall
The one I like the best of all
Is spring!

Spring is full of life and love,
Spring is green, spring is new
Spring brings sweet smelling dew….

This was a part of my 8th grade blue ribbon stab at being a poet. There is another verse but I don’t recall it and don’t remember having liked it as much as the first verse. The repeating verse is easy to recall because even as a kid I loved spring time.

The out doors brings me closer spiritually and provides me comfort. I spent countless hours outside as a child and still do. My flower beds are my best therapy. I love the spring bulbs that come up in my yard. This time of year I eagerly await their colorful arrival and especially this year I am so eager for their hopeful spirits to pop open.

Yesterday was the sixth month anniversary of my dad’s death to the day of the week too. I went over to visit my mom Friday and came back home yesterday traveling through the last hours of his life breath arriving home at the time he took his last one. I cried most of the three hour trip home remembering what that afternoon was like for me and for him and my family. When I arrived home I was able to walk outside and have a really good sob and soak in the colorful life just waiting to burst into bloom in my yard. What a mixture of emotion and it all brought me great comfort. I await this springs colorful offerings more eagerly than most years for so very many reasons!

Spring, summer, winter and fall…which season do you like the best of all and why?