Sunday, March 31, 2013
I have to begin by saying I don't hate winter. In fact, I prefer winter to summer, so I have not been desperately waiting for spring. That doesn't mean I don't love the change of seasons, and all the signs we have, if we are paying attention, that the seasons are doing their thing.
So - last week and this, on what I optimistically call a run, I heard and saw sandhill cranes. That was my first sign.
Again last week, I purposely walked by a certain yard - and there they were - snowdrops blooming.
This week the red bikes are back. Madison, like the Twin CIties and maybe others, has bike kiosks where you can rent a bright red bike with a white front basket and see Madison the best way.
Sign #4 - we live across the street from a Dominican Priory, and yesterday Brother ?? (I don't know his name) was tooling around the neighborhood on his motorized scooter, radio blasting, smiling and nodding to all he passed.
I am ready for sign number 5 - my rhubarb poking those bright red heads up out of the mud...but at this point I would have to chop the ice around them first.
I can wait.