One of the loveliest public gardens I’ve ever visited is Butchart Gardens in Victoria, BC. When we lived in Seattle, we took a ferry to the Kitsap Penninsula and met my DH’s brother and sister-in-law for a second ferry across Puget Sound to Victoria. We spent an enchanting day exploring this feast for the senses. A former rock quarry, Butchart Gardens is a tour de force of land reclamation.
When the weather won’t cooperate by delivering spring on time, I do a little armchair traveling to relive that day. While I can’t smell the heavenly scents, at least I can rest my winter-weary eyes with a little color.
Yesterday I asked for your spring pictures. Barbara Monajem sent me this shot of camellias from her garden to share. Barbara writes delicious historical paranormals. I’m not sure where she lives, but she’s obviously way ahead of New England in the spring department.
For those of us in northern climes, I guess we still have to look to indoor plants for a breath of spring.
Nynke, my Dutch friend, sent me a picture of some indoor greenery that has just sprouted “three cute little hands of leaves last week!” (Nynke’s words. Pretty good description, isn’t it?)
I guess what I’m hungry to see outside my window is growth. After the deadness of winter, spring is more than a change of season. It’s a change of mind. Out with the icy sludge of inaction–in with new possibilities and opportunities.
Sounds like maybe I just need to clean out my closets, doesn’t it?
Unfortunately, we’re expecting 1-2 inches of snow today, so for the time being, spring will have to remain elusive for me. What do you do on that first day when the wind blows warm from the south and life bursts through the crusty earth with new hope?