It ‘s the middle of March , the daffodils are coming up and we skied at Whiteface today in 72 degree weather. I was hoping to be skiing for at least two more weeks but Mother Nature is reminding us who is boss once again. I am both disappointed and excited at the same time. When the sun is shining and it’s warm who can hold on to disappointment?
It’s amazing to watch things come alive and thrive. In the Adirondacks spring is a slow process – sometimes painfully slow with crocuses and daffodils one day and two feet of snow the next. It’s hard to be patient but it’s also hard to let go – winter is my favorite season but I love all the seasons. The transition from one to another is the hard part.
The days get longer by five minutes a day, the robins return, the lilies are sprouting and the trees are budding but there is still a snowbank in my back yard. Once it starts I want it to happen all at once. But the beauty is in the process and the process can’t be hurried or forced. I still want to ski but yet this warm weather feels great.
Living here we know in our hearts this weather will not last – March is not spring and neither is April. It barely happens in May. However this sneak preview fills the heart with hope, warmth, excitement, expectation and it just feels so good. It feels like a gift and a promise. Each season brings something to look forward to and the transition has a rhythm of it’s own. I am thankful for this preview – it’s fun to ski in short sleeves and shorts soaring through puddles from one snow patch to the next. It feels like the best of both worlds – what a lovely gift.
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