Half Full

I hate to be one of those people that talks about the weather, but I've always kind of been intrigued by it. As a kid I remember when a thunderstorm was brewing, my Dad and I would pull out the lawn chairs, open up the garage door and watch as the storm unfolded in all it's glory. I think we were always hoping for a tornado to appear right before our eyes. It never happened but we did witness some amazing weather!

This week has been a week of weather here in northern Alberta. I can't really call it amazing or shocking, it's been more of an annoyance. On Sunday the calendar proclaimed the first day of spring. Elle was so disappointed that there was no grass or flowers or mud puddles appearing since it actually was the first day of spring. In her mind, if the calendar said it, it should happen. After all, birthdays, Christmas, and Valentine's Day do in fact happen on the actual day. To be honest, I would have been quite happy with that as well. Instead we have had a week of wet, sticky snow that has been blowing into drifts, making roads treacherous and impassable. Welcome to SPRING!!

So, eyes have been looking at the skies. Lips have been proclaiming disgust. Weather reports have been deemed ridiculous and the groundhog has been cursed in every language known to man. Once again, our plans have been foiled. Winter still has it's icy grip on our landscapes. But alas, spring will come. It always does.

 The snow will melt and run to fill creeks and streams. Murky puddles and  full rubber boots are coming soon.The grass will make an appearance. The drop sheet of white will be thrown back to reveal the palette of spring; soft leaf green, pussy willow grey, mud puddle brown, daffodil yellow, crocus lavender, robin breast orange, apple blossom pink and ear ache sky blue. It is coming, I promise.

On this wintry spring day breathe deeply the scent of winter's eleventh hour. Wait with anticipation the rebirth of our world. It's almost here....