Solvay is full of little surprising gifts. For instance, we often see deer about while on a drive, or eating our gardens in the late evening. Their nuisance value can surely seem to outweigh that of their contributions to the whole of beauty - but that's a fleeting feeling. Other times the setting and the spirit and the timing simply come together and "click" such as happened to me in January. Can you spot the other one? Today is so remarkably dull, gray, and streaked with rain and mud that I (almost) wish for that kind of snow. It would be a visual feast at best, however, and I'm satisfied with discovering
the tease of bulbs popping through the mulch and late autumn leaves still on the ground. Of course, all of this promise gets the juices flowing fast as maple sap and evenings are happily frittered perusing seed catalogs and exchanging ideas for the warmer seasons. More time is spent in the gardening section of the various H.I. stores and I guess in a weekend or two, we'll be heading out to the various nurseries to browse their perennials.
I realize, of course, the prematurity of all of this. We've been too many years here to believe the last snow has fallen and we can get on with easy living. Still, it's a small joy to come to a stop sign and actually be able to stop somewhere this side of the middle of the intersection! Any severe weather from now on, at least, should be the punctuation and not the content. I'm ready!
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