Do you suppose Mother Nature is in need of a hearing aid? In spite of all the talk of Global Warming she seems to be totally unaware of it in these parts. I am sure you are as weary of this weather as I am.
Of course there is absolutely nothing we can do to change it, so the next best thing is to change the subject. Are you with me? Let's ignore the cold, the snow, the incessant winds, and think of more pleasant matters. How about trying to remember what it was like when the wonders of this miraculous season of awakening and rebirth were upon us. One thing which is perhaps the most fun to recall from childhood is the wonderful soft, squishy mud that followed an early thaw. Somehow, the "soft squishy" appeal lost its charm when our kids were enjoying it and we were responsible for the clean up.
Next comes that brief enchanting moment when, if you squint a bit while looking at distant trees or bushes, you can catch that first hint of green.
In no time it's out in full with the deciduous trees bursting their leaf buds and the evergreens starting to reveal new growth. Each species of trees performs its own magic in its own unique way, so it is good to take time to appreciate the differences.
For me, memories of the blossoming orchard are probably the most magical of all. I will always cherish the recollections of scrambling up to day-dream in a fragrant bower of apple blossoms--one of my favorite rites of spring.
If you have such trees, encourage children or grandchildren, yours or someone else's, to do just that. Too, there are still some of the wild plum thickets in the fence lines. They aren't substantial enough for climbing, but you can do a lot of quality meditating sitting beside one in the warm fragrant sunlight.
Spring, of course, means gardens. Do you remember, as a youngster, how amazed you were when things began emerging from what seemed to be dead and buried under the winter snow? One of the first things my mother did was to dig up horseradish which she ground and mixed with salt, vinegar, and I don't know what else, to serve at supper with meat and the ubiquitous fried potatoes. At my parents' urging, I always tried a bit and each time I swear my sinuses nearly exploded, but it was clear evidence that spring had officially arrived.
Green winter onions, which were much more palatable, appeared soon after that and it wasn't long until the whole cycle of seasons was in full swing.
Well, what do you know? I've succeeded in distracting myself from the nasty stuff happening outside my window for a little while. Now I hope I have done the same for you. Whether she likes it or not, Mother Nature is going to have to break down and let Spring put in her appearance sooner or later. So let's try to pay as little attention to her procrastinating as we possibly can. It ought to help and it certainly can't do us any harm!