With earlier sunrises and later sunsets there is hope on the horizon. It happens every year as our seasons begin to change. Warmer weather and more sunlight help the white banks to recede and even if more snow threatens I know it won?t last long.
In the darkest part of winter, in the saddest of days, it can be dreary and seem hopeless but even then some part of me remembers things will change. It just seems like it is too far off. The distinct seasons are something I appreciate about living in this part of the world. Even though I?m not a fan of the cold I am grateful for each change and the diversity of activities it brings.
In some places they play the same sports all year long, wear the same wardrobe and really don?t have a change they can count on to move their mood and mark the passing of the year.
Spring isn?t far off and friends are already talking about seed catalogues and plans for their gardens. It was pointed out to me that underneath the dirty shrinking snow there is some order and beauty just waiting for the seasons to change.
Flipping through the colourful pages or scanning photos and descriptions on seed growers? websites can be great for my soul as I imagine, hope and look forward to the cheery sights, glorious scents and delicious tastes.
I pick up packages of seeds in the stores as impulse purchases instead of candy bars and they lay about the house waiting for planting time. This time of the year is tough for a tomato lover when the tastes are always bland and I wonder why I even bother to spend the money on my favourite fruit. They can look pretty but in this season I crave bold flavours and wait for the growing season.
In my house the children never stop growing. Scattering values and possibility there is no climate zone map and no perfect guide to raising them and I know even if I dared to dream or set out a plan it isn?t my place and they?ll grow up into what they want or just what they will become. I can plant seeds though, and gently tend them, watering them with the sweat of my labour and tears of love. I can train them with chores and nurture them with responsibilities.
The season they?ll stay in my home is a short one and the days pass so fast sometimes I think my little ones are growing at a rate I can measure with my eyes. I guess time is relative and the seasons will change bringing hope and growth sometimes too fast and at others not fast enough.
