One of the most beautiful and precious things my mother imparted to me was the wonder and excitement of Spring. Almost every year my mother will ask me if I've seen a Robin yet, and she will tell me that she has spotted Snowdrops on her walks. It is pouring rain today ~ so.much.rain.is.falling. We have not seen a hint of the sun for many days now and this continues for months. Vitamin D levels drop dangerously and depressions can set in. However, we have early Springs here and glorious ones. When the sun finally comes so do profusions of colours in blossoms and it is magnificent. My two year old opened up one of my old journals today and it landed on this little poem written in February 2021.
Thankyou to the Snowdrops
I caught a glimpse of you
As I yanked open curtains
While my six year old wailed
His angst against the world
I felt haggard, dusty, and aged
As I looked out into a grey world
But there you were
Survivors of the cold wind and icy realities of your world
Reminders to anyone who will look
That Spring is coming again
That it always will
No matter what.
You look delicate, beautiful
And you are mighty
Snowdrops
I am aware that parts of the world do not have seasons like we do here. In many ways living with a lot of sun is such a gift. Then there are those who face winter months in much more extreme darkness and grey than I do. They are brave and amazing! I was so incredibly thankful for Autumn and its profusion of color this year, and felt an almost anxiety at the falling of the leaves. God help me through winter this year. Please help me remember that the Snowdrops will come soon and help me treasure what I have now. May God help you to in whatever way you need. We are never alone.
xo
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