Monday, March 21, 2011
Welcome Home Spring
Our forsythia bloomed, Spring has arrived! It was an absolutely beautiful Sunday afternoon, one of those no coat days where the kids ride bikes up and down the gravel road, shriek as they run from awakening wasps, and eat their sandwiches on the go rather than miss a moment of sunshine and warm breezes. Adults congregate by the road, keeping an eye on the kids and making small talk.
Later my husband and I sat on the porch discussing how nice it is to live out here, away from all the hustle and bustle, where we have everything we could want. A place where the serenade of the spring peepers and croaking frogs rises to a crescendo, overpowering the tunes on our outdoor speakers. The aroma of barbecued sausages fills the air, patties formed from our home processed pork. Where kids can still run from home to home, play in the woods or take a moonlight stroll without worry, with the exception of the occasional tick.
It is time to prepare the flower beds as the iris leaves are popping through the mulch. We've selected our seeds for the garden, all heirloom open pollinated varieties of tomato, beans, herbs and greens. Our little backyard pond suffered during the snow and ice, buckling so badly that its second tier split. I need to pull it out but I don't know what will happen to the frogs, and they are real frogs, not toads. We watch the transition from tadpole to frog, some as tiny as your little fingernail, some big, green and slick. Add to it the sticky footed tree frogs that hug your fingers and tweet into the evening. All contributing to the night sounds that are so pretty and relaxing. I wish you all the same peace we find out here.