My dog Bailey and I slogged through squish and mud in search of hope today. My fingers dug into the cold damp earth, breaking off some of the remaining dead twigs of summer. Bailey looked on, hoping I'd throw a twig or rock for him to chase. We are both tired of cold, wet, gray days.
February's hope was found in sun on my face and red sprouts of Mama's peony poking up through their brown leaf blanket. There are buds on the forsythia, the harbinger of spring. It somehow thrives while its gifter, Sammie, left years ago for heaven. I look forward to its yellow blooms each year and remember her.
We also spotted hope in green sprouts, maybe crocus or narcissus. I forget what bulbs are planted where. I'll just be surprised. My plot of snowy white irises stay green all year, but show off in spring. I call them my "soldiers." I started with a squad and now have a company.
Spring is 45 days away. I think we found enough hope today to make it. Lord, I only ask one thing, can we please have one good snow in Charlotte this year before Spring?
Laney's Musings
February 1, 2024
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