Shrinks from the touch of frost.
And when her veins grow stiff and still
She dreams that life is lost?
Ah, if she does, how sweet a thing
Her resurrection day in spring!
Emma C. Dowd: "Daffodil and Crocus"
in Country Life in America, April 1902
Today the thermometer crossed the 60 degree Fahrenheit mark for the first time in 2015. It is early here to be thinking of spring, but the signs are everywhere. My favorite daffodils are peeking through the ground. The Sandhill Cranes are calling as they fly above my head. The blanket of snow has been reduced to sporadic piles in places where the sun can't find it. I have opened my windows; the cat lays there enjoying the fresh breeze. I want to take a walk.
Subzero weather, heaps of snow, cold winds, bare ground must all yield when spring arrives. I so enjoy the changing of the seasons. Nothing can compare to a rare day in March like this. Winter may still try to visit us but it is so comforting to know that spring, as it has for every year of my life, is coming. And my daffodils will soon be blooming.