HOW DO YOU define spring?
By the calendar? By tulips, daffodils, crocuses popping color into the landscape? By warmth?
Whatever your measurement of spring, it’s likely as personal as you are and reflects wherever you live.
I’ve lived all of my life in Minnesota, a state associated with cold and snow. Long winters. And this winter, especially, has been long with way above average snowfall in February. Finally, in recent weeks, temps warmed and snow melted with amazing speed. It’s beginning to feel and look more spring-like. Temps today are predicted to reach into the 60s.
First signs of spring for me may seem atypical. I look beyond flower bulb leaves emerging from the cover of leaf mulch.
I see spring in the street sweeper roaring past my house, sucking up sand, dirt and other winter debris from roadways.
I see spring in our Christmas tree now uncovered, dried and dead, from a snowbank.
I see spring in puffs of clouds against a sky morphed from the grey of winter to a sharp blue.
I see spring in intense blue pools of water forming lakes in farm fields as the snow melts.
I see spring in the laundry I now hang on the line, for the first time Monday morning. After the husband shoveled snow from the patio.
I see spring, too, in the artwork I pull from my personal collection. Pastoral scenes that offer no hint of winter.
I see spring in the bundle of asparagus I picked up at the grocery store. I can’t wait until locally-grown asparagus is available.
These things, for me, signal spring. How about you? Tell me what hearkens spring’s arrival for you.
© Copyright 2019 Audrey Kletscher Helbling