At 7:10 this morning, I pushed my hands through the sleeves of my coat for the trip to school to drop off our daughter, and realized the sun was not only over-the-horizon up, but for the first time in over a week, it was also squint-as-you-look-at-it out. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember the last time we had a sunny day, nor do I have a recollection of how long it’s been since the sun managed to heave itself over horizon before school drop-off time.
Racing by the dining room, I caught a glimpse of a Paperwhite Narcissus bulb that I have been attempting to force, blooming away in its square glass dish, amid the one puddle of butter-yellow light sneaking through the branches of our front holly bush. Stopping in my tracks, I thought about grabbing the camera, but took one look at my harried daughter’s face as she plunked her lunch into her bookbag, and muttered, “Well, maybe it will still look like that when I return.” Of course it didn’t, though when I got home, I took this don’t-worry-spring-IS-on-the-way shot anyway. Point of fact however, as the weather goes around here, we aren’t even close.
A girl can dream though.
Oh, and for anyone with a touch of the blarney, JP over at Where Sky meets Ground is holding a blogfest in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. Click on his link to learn more.
