Sigh of Wonder

Spring in February!?
There is something to be done about a winter that only smiles sunshine. That something is a very welcome deep-hearted silent bow of gratitude. No words really need spoken, just a simple bow of acknowledgement. No snow or heavy black cloud need come ruin the day but then again the sight of those were a rarity this winter.

Here it is the end of the second month and the start of the third, rain did come as a welcome surprise during February but the months before were warm and inviting. The gardens only slowed down for the holidays givin’ gardeners a chance to stretch out their fingers on other inside worth while projects.

Now that the celebrations of the Christmas season are over the weeds have returned along with the warmth of the sun. March brings with its first days an unexpected but much appreciated warmness that is fully felt deep into the roots of all creatures. Sun from the sky warms the limbs and fire from the earths core warms our roots.
Seeds from the packets, seeds from the birds and seeds from the souls are sproutin’, growin’ and bloomin’ bringin’ with them the subtle hummm of the bumble.

Spring is welcomed and celebrated in our small garden. The very last day in January we beckoned back the fire from the sky with our own version of Rum Punchin’ Candlemas. Friends gathered to drink from the Holy Well Water, feasted on Campfire Grill, and danced around the smoke pit while we all remembered past adventures and schemed over future journeys that will bring us all either further or nearer to our envisioned dreams.

Candles were lit in remembrance, hands were washed of horrible memories but the soul was restarted with a fresh kick of laughter and joy. New friends were made, secret seeds were planted but our night together still grows stronger as the days begin to get longer.
Not much more can be stated for a winter of sun. Just another deep, deep grateful bow must be given.

Thankfulness bubbles to the surface of our hearts. A warmness runs through our veins with the very thought of the next opened daff-dill or the next lemony burst of daphne or the quiet afternoon watching the hummers bomb the sugar water. A sigh of wonder.