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The Promise of Spring

As I was walking around my yard today, looking for some sign of Spring, I wasn’t expecting much. The yard looks very brown and dead. I had to look very, very carefully for signs of life.

Hydrangea leaves, waiting for warm, spring breezes

I found the promise of Spring, secretly biding its time in my yard. These magnolia buds are so very tiny, and there is still snow on the ground beneath them.

But soon, they will grow larger and larger, until finally the blooms plop out of their buds.

Among the dead leaves, I found green sprouts.

These little, tiny sprouts will lengthen and grow up, taller and taller, until summer comes and their orange brightness fills the yard.

Oh, I excited for Spring to arrive! How about you?

Tomorrow I will be writing some memories of Spring, and I invite you to join me! Write a post about Spring, then come back to Lemon Drop Pie tomorrow and add your post to my linky list!

Wishing you springtime dreams,

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More Blizzard Pictures (for my sister in California)

…Puddle hadn’t seen a single snowflake yet. Just let it snow, he wistfully pleaded to the sky. There had to be snow!
~from Toot & Puddle: Let It Snow, by Holly Hobbie

 Before the storm really got started

Just as the storm was beginning, I took this picture of our patio. When I looked at the weather radar online, a huge, blue mass with a swirly wind circle was heading our way. And did we ever get snow!

One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.
~from The Snowy Day, by Ezra Jack Keats

Our patio after the storm

Our driveway had a huge four foot tall drift crossing it. Lily decided to build a tunnel. “It’s warmer inside!” she discovered. In order to be able to get our cars out of our garage, Ed had a daunting task ahead of him.

It took Ed all morning — about five hours — to shovel that driveway. I helped him a little but mostly I played with Lily and Emmy and brought Ed water and food. His mustache and beard were frosty and his brown hat turned white, but he was loving every minute of it. Until he came inside and realized how sore he was, that is.

Snow is lots of fun,
All right!
It gives you
A big appetite.
~from Snow, by Roy McKie and P.D. Eastman

Emmy, standing by a drift next to our neighbor’s fence.

Waves of snow in front of our neighbor’s house.

Now that the snow is over, it’s cold.

But the front door was open and his father’s footprints went out into the snow–
and it was 50 below zero that night.
~from 50 Below Zero, by Robert Munsch and Michael Martchenko

Not 50 below zero cold, but rather 10 degrees cold. Not as cold as the weatherman predicted, but cold enough to make us stay inside during our second snow day. We’re back to school tomorrow…