Spring Will Be Here in Just a Few More Minutes

oops, it actually got here, at 4:21 (7:21 EDT), while I was distracted from posting this post….

But as we all know the season comes when it wants to and often none of the seasons ever seem to coincide with their appointed times, solstices and equinoxes. 

You may, depending upon where you live and your mind-set, have considered that spring has already arrived days or weeks ago with your first crocuses or the purchase of spring chicks, or you may have yet to believe it is here (or will be in a few hours) if you still have snow and ice and there isn’t a bloom to be had in your neighborhood. 

And then maybe you live where the only sign of spring is the change of fashion or the arrival of a certain holiday as it is warm enough and bloomy enough to always be considered summer. 

The rest of the season’s arrivals are not much different. More feelings less noxes.  By the way, right now is when you can stand an egg on end unassisted.  Or so I’m told.

Now for those who know me as the one person in the world who is slightly less than favorable toward spring, don’t get me all wrong on that, there are things of spring that I love and would hate missing out on. 

Asparagus.  Daffodils and many of the other spring-only blooming delights.  Flowering trees and service berries and ever so many blooming bushes. Chicks and lambs and kids.  The spring cacophony of tree frogs.  And the wooing warble of robins, and the hailing of the red winged black bird.

The way the light begins to play through the bathroom window in the spring is a welcomed soothing delight, most assuredly best enjoyed when in the tub soaking spring garden pain away.  Each season sees a change in the way the light plays in the house, much like how the sounds outside sound very different with each season.  In the spring it is the light through the bathroom window that I’m especially fond of.

Some things taste and smell better in the spring.  Havin’ a Coke in the garden (unfortunately long necked bottles were the best), drunk while resting up from some strenuous spring-only garden project, usually moving soil or intense spring weeding and planting. Salads and lemon pie are at the height of their experiential give-a-ways in the spring, coconut too.  Even if I just had a sneak peak earlier round ’bout mid winter, lemon and coconut any-things (but especially pies) just all of a sudden taste better when it is indeed spring.

Dirt (the earthy kind) and diesel smell their best in the spring.  A person can’t helped but be bowled over and enchanted from the mingled smell of both in the spring of the year.  Along with that, is sweat.  To me sweat on my husband smells delicious in the spring, at other times of the year it’s just sweat, sometimes slightly intriguing and sometime slightly annoying. 

There are some smells here at the Farm, their origins I still have not located, that are only here in the spring time, and speak of times that the girls and I would break from our work and stroll around or paddle on the pond looking at different things.

The scent of daffodils rips open the bag of spring garden fragrance and irises close it up.  Spring certainly has some things to call her own and for me to delight in.

So in spite of my bad attitude towards her fickleness, and downright unfaithfulness, I do welcome spring.  Thank you, spring, for arriving and for the most part on time.  But could you, just this once be a bit more sunny in my neck of the woods, like you are else wheres?

 The prompt writing and publishing of this post was interrupted by a First of Spring feast, more of a look ahead to summer actually, hot dogs, tater salad, baked beans.  Then the pump had to be taken back out to the Market Garden.

And Dirt brought home Coke for our First Day of Spring Feast!  And I didn’t even ask, he musta picked up on my brain waves all the way into Yelm.  Which is a sight lot better than what he brings home with a list.

 This is what he brought home Thursday when Bet asked if he could bring home soda bread because she was a bit busy already, yeah he also brought home Guinness but I asked for an Irish nut brown ale of some sort.

Hmmmm