Yes. It is March in Vermont. And it pretty much looks like this:
I want you to know that it is NOT a black and white picture. It is looking in the direction of my regular view, which normally would be Burke Mountain, like up above in my header. But not. Because, even though it is March 30 it is about 25 degrees and sleeting and so clouded over that you wouldn’t even know that Burke Mountain exists.
And I mean that. I anticipated changing up the header on the blog but when I went to find a nice wintery picture of my view I didn’t have a single picture of that view taken in March. It could be because there weren’t many days when the view was worth taking a picture of. Then again, it could be that it was too dang cold most of the month to go out and take a picture. Or it could be both.
But hope SPRINGS eternal – and today I’m playing with words a bit and am hoping that Spring is coming and will be eternal.
So, I dug a little deeper in the March photo archives and found a couple of pictures taken when the sun was actually shining and the sky was as crisp and blue as it can only be when the temperatures are frigid.
Yes, indeed, that is a giant jack and a really big nut.
Which is kind of playful, right? And makes you want to get out and play.
If only the big jack and nut weren’t perched on that big pile of snow.
Aha! There’s a ball to go with the jacks – more playful fun! But again, they are lying on a bed of snow. bleah.
Nails? Yes, nails that must be 16 feet tall. And yes, they too are in the snow. But, hey, I have to admit that the rust colored sculptures do look mighty gorgeous against the white snow with that royal blue sky in the background.
And lookie here, at this lovely maple ready to collect sap. I could almost hear the drip drip drip of the sap falling into the bucket, but no. Not when it’s 25 degrees out. Still waiting. But hey – it IS a sign of spring, and the sky in the background IS blue.
After what seems like a much longer than usual winter, and a much colder than usual one, I know that many of us are ready for spring to. . .spring. At school the other day someone pointed out crocuses that had popped up, but then been frozen. So sad.
I believe if we all put our minds to thinking wonderful warm spring thoughts we can manifest the real thing – warm temps, melting snow, green grass, budding trees, and a return of the crocuses. Let’s start. . .