It’s official. It’s that time of year. The time of year when you can hardly wait for spring. When thoughts of spring, basking in the warmth of the sun, green grass, bountiful gardens, and fresh flowers take over your mind. But we need to wait.
The garden is waiting, waiting for the sun, so full of potential. Waiting, waiting, waiting….
And the raspberry plants, they’re waiting too. Waiting for the soil to warm so their leaves can burst out and set blossoms.
And the chickens. The chickens are also waiting. They are so patient, but they have spring fever too. Afraid to hop out of the coop on the snow all winter, they seriously contemplate it at this time of year. They stand in the door of the coop, gazing outside, the strength of the sun enticing them, until…
…they can’t stand it anymore. They finally take the plunge, after encouraging each other, and jump down on that scary snow (at least I think that is their thought process).
Spring fever makes even chickens do the craziest things.
The cats have spring fever too. Waiting anxiously at the door each morning, they spend their days outside. They lay on the porch basking in the sun. Sometimes they go exploring, navigating through the melting snow, ice, and puddles.
And so we are all waiting for spring to arrive. It feels closer every day.
I am not as patient as the gardens, chickens and cats though. So I planned a trip to Mexico with my husband. We leave tomorrow…and I can’t wait.
I hope that when we arrive home next week that spring is closer. After a few days in the sun, I think I’ll be capable of a lot more patience. Until next week….