Today my husband and I sorted magazines and placed stacks in our recycling bin for Friday’s trash. I have decided to make time for some of those chores we never get to – in reality, most of the chores on the “To Do” list are mine. After catching up with some friends on email and responding to a few texts – I have quite a few friends who are checking in on me because they believe I will not be good at this social distancing phenomenon – and I’m not, but I don’t have a choice – I sat down to write in my writer’s notebook. The large bay window in my family room overlooks the backyard. Here is what I noticed right outside my window:
- five cardinals – three males and two females – returning to our birdfeeders
- couples walking through the woods with their dogs
- buds getting ready to burst on our two crabapple trees
- tiny green leaves all over our enormous lilac bush (were they there yesterday?)
- the smell of pansies wafting through the side windows (I am airing the house each afternoon when we have sunshine)
- brilliant yellow blooms on the forsythia bushes
- soft clouds floating in a beautiful blue sky
- a robin pecking at the grass, no doubt looking for a worm
- the daffodils and crocuses and hyacinths dotting the gardens
- new grass (and new weeds) carpeting the yard
I look forward to the burst of crabapple flowers – a profusion of delicate pink blossoms- and the purple petals of the red bud tree and the white blossoms on the dogwood. All that spring has to offer is welcomed with open arms. For a little while, looking at my backyard, I can forget the turmoil and the uncertainty and bask in the loveliness that spring has to offer.
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