The sun is out today and it is warm, well at least for Wyoming in February. The high is nearly 40F. Considering that at this time a couple of years ago it was -24F it feels downright summery. Although looking outside there are huge drifts of snow still sitting in the streets and I have to use 4wd to safely navigate the icy roads in my neighborhood. The sun, and break from the wind, has given all of us a new energy. The girls and I talked about picnics and laying in the grass this morning. I day dreamed about my hammock. Oh how I miss that hammock!
I have been thinking about warm soil and green growing things. I have been day dreaming about my garden and open windows and cool streams. When I look out at the naked branches in our neighborhood I can sense that they are considering their first leaves, preparing underneath their bark for another season of growth. And I can almost smell the lilacs. I love the smell of of a lilac bush more than almost anything.
For now I am happy to listen to the chirping of the winter birds. I know that soon there will be a riotous wake-up from the bird thugs each morning at 5. I am eager for the gentle cooing of the mourning doves who nest in the easement behind our house. Evenings in the hammock with a book will become my norm soon enough.
Between now and then I will enjoy those cold nights snuggled under my great grandmother's quilt. I will soak up the silence of the snow and the sunlight shining through icicles while I dream of spring.