As I sit on my front porch watching as my daughter changes our sidewalk into her personal chalk canvas I take a deep breath and I pray that I am not too quick to forget this day.The sun is bright. The temperatures are warm. The grass is not covered in a thick layer of snow. The calendar may say February, but mother nature says Spring. I know these days are limited, but they serve as a reminder that beautiful days are to come.
The air smells like the birth of a new season. I hear the forgotten tunes of birds in the air and children playing in the yard.
Before long I will be plotting my garden for the year. The neighbors who have been cooped up all winter will emerge again exchanging yard tips and comments on the weather. Blooms on the trees are not far off. Cropped pants and light jackets are soon coming in season.
Today is a reminder of the days forgotten. The evenings around the fire pit, the afternoons at the park. The meals hot off the grill and the bare toes resting atop flip flops are soon to come.
I thank God for this reminder. After a couple of rough weeks where I was stuck inside due to snow I’ve needed a reminder of what it feels like to be outside soaking up some good ole Vitamin D.
The Ameri Brit Mom
This week the topic for the Five Minute Friday link-up post is Season. What is a link-up? Essentially a link-up is when you join other bloggers and write on a similar topic. You share your blog posts with one another and begin conversations via a host site. You can head over to Kate Motaung’s page to check out other entries from inspired bloggers. Here’s my five minutes of uninterrupted, unedited writing on this week’s topic:
I’m an Ohioan. All my life I’ve resided within a thirty mile radius of metropolis Ohio, but enough on the outskirts to enjoy small town Ohio life. One reason I’ve chosen to keep my feet firmly planted in Ohio soil is my love for the variation of seasons. (Family is the first reason why I’ve stayed close to home weather in no way trumps family.)
Every few months in Ohio we experience the miracle of the changing seasons. And, if we’re extra lucky sometimes we experience all four seasons in a week. Okay, that was sarcastic.
But I truly have grown to love the way the ice melts and brings forth flowers, the way that the trees shed their leaves as the morning frosts make an appearance, and the way it cannot be winter in Ohio without a few snow storms and the cancellation of school as a result. The different seasons are all beautiful in their own unique way promising something that the others cannot.
Today, I look at the calendar and see that it is December fifth and that we have yet to experience a flurry or any evidence that winter is on its way. Over the past week temperatures have been all over the place: Low 40’s with frigid wind; high 50’s with sunshine. Ohio weather is bipolar if nothing else.
Despite the unpredictable conditions Ohio still promises an impending winter. I am looking forward to the first snowfall, but I would be fine with a winter much milder than those of the past few years.