Monday, March 3, 2008
Where Two Lines Meet
I think I am in denial. Spring denial. I used to live in the B.C. interior where spring didn't really truly arrive until late March, early April. Now that I live on the coast, where the climate is much milder, and the blossoms come out earlier, each passing year I believe spring has arrived long before it truly has. You see, I got my camera back on Friday. I was so excited to get out there and start taking new pictures...of flowers....that's what I had in mind. Because it's SPRING!! I got all geared up on Saturday, went to one of my favourite local gardens, and...well...spring hasn't really arrived just yet. There are no flowers. Well, there are some, but I think I was thinking a month in advance. But! I am very very grateful for the warmer weather, and the little crocuses that are bravely pushing their way out of the earth, and the new baby green leaf sprouts that are coating the forest floor, and the warm sun on my back, and the daylight hours are stretching...ok, maybe it is spring. It's that lesson in patience tapping me on the shoulder once again. As I wandered through the garden, I did find these incredibly soft velvety leaves, and loved the way the edges converged as I peered through the lens.
There is something so comforting and reassuring about the changing of the seasons. Especially spring, when everything appears new again. A fresh start after winter's long slumber.