It’s predicted to be in the seventies today and I am doing the happy dance. For some reason the cold and snow has gotten to me this year.
In my front garden I see tiny purple crocus blooms peeking through the dry leaves.
They’re ready for spring.
In the pasture I see the beginnings of green shoots of grass nudging their way through the dry, brown, winter-weary grass. Recently, Pepper found a particularly tasty clump of new grass and nibbled to her heart’s content. It’s been long for the horses too.
And yet I know winter is very likely not finished with us-with March being the snowiest month in Colorado.
I want to remain present in my life and not wish my days away. If it ‘s cold and snowy, I want to be right there in it.
And if it’s a balmy seventy degrees, I want to take that into my very soul.
The trick I think is being right here, right now.
Pepper and Chickadee do it with no problem.
It’s a different story for me.
But I’m working on it.