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Writer’s
Cramp Signs of spring! Yes, Virginia, spring is coming and there are signs! The peeper frogs are tentatively trying out their spring voices - not a whole song but little trills, broken off prematurely when a cold breeze springs up. Tree buds are slowly and cautiously swelling, waiting to see what the next day’s temperature will be. Dare they grow or should they just nap until a really warm and steady week? The Encore azalea buds are fat and waiting for a few days of warm sun to show some color and perhaps even unfurl a vibrant bloom or three. Wild honeysuckle is coiled and waiting to suddenly overwhelm the garden when you aren’t looking. I’ve spoken to it about its devious ways and threatened it with Round-Up - have gotten a souless smirk in return. Have no doubt, it is waiting to strike. Kildeers have appeared and are flying with joy and abandon on the sunny days and tell us that life is full and abundant if we would only see it. They seem to tell us to throw away those dragging cares and worry and rejoice in the marvelous day. Even heard two of them calling to each other about 10 p.m. the night of our recent eclipse. This evening, we have a full moon and all the stars God made which swells the heart with a primitive appreciation of our beautiful world. One can understand why the ancient people worshiped the various elements of nature - they are so perfect and so indescribably lovely that one cannot find the words - one can only feel the glow in the very soul of oneself. We should give thanks that our recent rain was not snow like those storms that blanketed our northern and midwestern neighbors, and the terrible tornadoes that devastated our southern neighbors. Southerners cannot cope with snow. When a really good snow occurs only every decade how would we know how to handle it? Usually we get the sneaky three inches which seem so harmless but turns to instant ice under the tires and leaves us motionless, panicky and sweating and wondering how to move on without running off the road. When laid over lawn, field, barn, tree and shrub, however, it is enchanting! Another sign that spring is coming is that the sun is higher in the sky from dawn to dusk than it was a month ago. Peg a spot in a southern window and watch the sun rise higher than that mark each morning. Have you noticed that there is light in the sky until almost 6 o’clock in the evening? Golfers are beginning to creep out of their burrows. Even in the very cold days of the last month, a few intrepid fellows were shivering around the course, well wrapped up. Don’t know how they swung back to whale the tar out of the ball but they were giving it their best shot. Every week, there are a few more out there, braving the cold, the mushy fairways and the cold, wet wind. We watch from the comfort of our living room overlooking the No. 2 green at Kirkwood. Soon we will be out there, too. Mark the daffodil spears thrusting out of the ground and bursting with heavenly blooms and scent, some already wilted by our sudden cold snap. Soon, however, they will be succeeded by forsythia, dogwood, redbud and other spring joys. New fawns, fox kits, wild turkey poults will soon arrive and we hope to see at least some of them, probably the fawns. Open your heart - spring is here to dispel the dark and depressing days of winter, to renew the soul and to declare this is a new year full of adventure and unexpected and deserved blessings for us all. Report News:
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