A couple of weeks ago my daughter was exploring the daffodils that were poking their stems up above the now snow-free earth behind our house, and peeking out as if to say: “Is it Spring yet? Now? Now? What about now?”
I was attempting to get my daughter’s bike tires inflated to the required 35 PSI, failing mostly because every time I checked the tire pressure, I let more air out than I had just put in.
Pretty soon she came running around the garage, her hands held in front of her, cupped gingerly around some kind of treasure.
“Mom, mom. Guess what I found?”
“What did you find?” I asked thankful for any distraction from tire inflation.
“I found the first worm of spring! Look!”
I looked, and sure enough in her hands was a confused little earthworm, probably very upset at having been uprooted from his sun-warmed pile of dirt behind the house.
“Wow, that’s great. Spring must really be here to stay,” I said. “Why don’t you put him back in the dirt so that he can help your flowers grow.”
A few minutes later, while I was finishing my struggles with the bicycle tires, I heard “Hey, here’s another one.”
“Great, your garden should grow beautifully with all those worms to help it out. Do you want to ride your bike now?”
“No thank you. I think I’ll watch my garden grow.”
And that is how I know that spring has sprung—that and the forecast for snow on Wednesday and Thursday of the upcoming week. Yippee.
Sometimes I think that Wisconsin doesn’t just have four distinct seasons: it has four distinct seasons every four days. Even so, Sunday was beautiful. It’s exciting to see the tulips, crocus and daffodils poking their heads out of the ground. It’s neat to see the buds swelling on the pear tree and to wake to the serenade of the robin. It’s refreshing to hear the laughter and giggles and yells of children freed from indoors, parkas and snow boots—running wild and free in the sunshine.
We now have patches of green grass on the south side of the house, and even a patch of green grass invading the walk in front of our house. The thistles and dandelions haven’t greened up though, so there may be something to that forecast of snow.
Even so, I like the idea of sitting back and “watching the garden grow”, because this time of year, you can almost do that. The changes from day-to-day with the budding of leaves on the trees and the growth of the early spring flowers are amazing, and it does seem as though Mother Nature is inviting us to sit back and watch her garden grow—and be amazed.
So, now that the bike tires are at their appropriate pressure, it’s time to put the bike in the garage, and sit in a patch of sunny, not-quite-yet-green grass and watch the garden grow.
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