Monday, March 20, 2017

Spring, Spring, Where Art Thou, Oh Spring?

About three weeks ago, Spring, in her lovely green gown
and sweet fragrant breath,
came softly tiptoeing to the farm.
She teased us with her presence...
assuring us that winter had left and she was here in his place.


But, like Spring can be at this time of year...
a little cunning and mischievous...
she disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.


Now the calendar says March 20th.
 Spring is supposed to be arriving at 6:29 AM
and unpacking her trunks of her colorful finery.
And yet, she's nowhere to be found.


And winter lingers on....


Still, there's hope in the air.
You can hear it every morning as the sun rises and the bluebirds sing their songs.
The songbirds have returned and are busily building nests.
The air will warm a little each day as we tear pages from the calendar.
The days themselves are lengthening.
She's close... she's on her way... right around the corner!


I'll get her room prepared so that she can settle in quickly upon arrival.


Spring, oh, Spring....you tease us so...
and make us wait...
with butterflies of excitement.


You're a vixen and you're fickle...
and yet we cannot help but adore you
and welcome you with open arms!


Feel free to join us here on our "snoasis"!


7 comments:

Dawn McHugh said...

she briefly visited us last week with the promise of days to come

Colleen said...

Open arms for sure!

The JR said...

oh goodness, yes you need Spring.

but, I think it bypassed us too and went straight to Summer.

It was so hot yesterday.

molliemax said...

Beautifully said. Happy spring.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Like any diva, Spring operates on her own time schedule!

Country Gal said...

Oh sorry to hear Spring isn't being very good to you . It is spring here and I am soo happy we have had sun and now we have rain this evening and no snow left just green grass as far as the eye can see . I hope spring shows up there soon . Lovely photos . Thanks for sharing , have a good day !

Lynne said...

In some ways it is like waiting for a baby to be born . . .
And once here . . . time flies . . .
So I'll keep on with my getting ready . . for when "spring happens"
I can fly . . ,

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