As these thoughts assail me, I begin to stress about life in general. I count the season changes I’ve experienced and ponder how many more I will enjoy. This leads to an obsession and I look for every primrose, crocus, daffodil, tulip, and spring bulb unfolding wherever I walk or drive.
As I am restive in my pursuit, I wonder aloud to my husband, “Could I pinpoint the day spring begins in the northern hemisphere and follow it north with the sun. How many miles would I drive before I ran out of daffodils?” He only shakes his head.
I begin to marvel about spring and the opposing seasons in the rest of the world. There must be a flower that peaks through the snow in China …and is there creeping phlox in Turkey? Do the swallows return to a certain valley in New Zealand and do Argentineans celebrate cherry blossom festivals? When do the moist winds bring gentle rain to Botswana and make the desert bloom?
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As for Signs of Spring in the valley:
The daffodils are enjoying a lengthy bloom in my back yard this year. The weather has stayed moist and moderate.
Janis, at Life According to, is hosting “Spring” as a Fun Monday theme.
Spring on over there and join in the fun!