Spring!

Spring is here!

I almost didn’t think it was possible—when David and I came up to Lemont to look at houses, it was already an icy-gray autumn. And it only got colder. Then it snowed….and snowed….and snowed….

I didn’t even know what my backyard looked like.

The thaw arrived this week with a sudden flare of warm sunlight, and the only snow remaining is in the dingy, shriveled piles that line our neighbors’ driveway. Margaret went to recess today in tulip-adorned galoshes and no snowpants (also tights and a baggy t-shirt under a halter-top sundress, but I digress...). Meanwhile, during Blaise’s nap I went out back to pick up sticks and choose a home for some transplants that have been sleeping for the past few months in their little pots under the snow, tucked in a sheltered corner next to the house.

I found these.

I don’t know what they are, but they're beautiful. They’re clustered all over the place, among the rocks and gray trees lining the WPA-constructed drainage ditch that cuts our backyard in half. It was desolate over the winter.

Which of course has me thinking about resurrection and Resurrection. Most days I almost don’t think it’s possible. Then there’s a thaw and I see little buds waking up in the sunlight—little buds that I didn’t even know existed—and I think….well, maybe….

I don’t know what it will be, but I hope it's beautiful.