Testing my Patience
April is the ultimate test of patience:
Shivering in spring jackets, because we can no longer stand to layer ourselves in winter wear; fingers icy because we refuse to wear gloves for even one more day; wiping snow off the car with our sleeves because, frankly, we are fed up.
Watching the snow melt, only to wake up to earth covered – once again – in snow; waiting for the ice to break up in the bay; driving deliberately through puddles so the spray scatters onto snowbanks in the hopes they will melt just a little bit more.
Patience brings rewards, too:
That first glimpse of salty water under the bridge and rivers beginning to flow once more.
An edge of lawn; a blade of green grass.
Sand and waves and a single piece of sea glass.
April can be a cruel month, but the rewards are worth the wait.
It may not be pretty, but this picture makes me very happy.
For six months, this corner of our back deck has been covered in snow. This is the corner outside my back door, where I go to hang clothes.
For six months, I haven’t been able to access this spot.
Now, finally, with the promise of sun today and a little corner to stand on, I can hang out some clothes on the line.
It’s not much, but it’s enough.
Small signs are beginning to show that spring is near: Longer days, warmer afternoons, and evidence of melted snow (however small).
Since it is my habit to look closely (not to mention my desperation for the end of winter to arrive), I have noticed these details. The mountainous snow drift outside my window now allows just a bit of light to peak over it into my kitchen. Puddles are beginning to appear at the sides of snow banks. And ice is showing up in places that had been covered for weeks, a sign that the melt is beginning.
The weather forecast says rain today.
Rain – not snow!
I say, bring it.
This may not be a pretty picture, but it’s beautiful to me.
This puddle means the snow is melting. It may take awhile to be rid of those monstrous snowbanks, but it’s progress.
I’ll take what I can get.