We’ve been lucky here in Northern New Jersey that we haven’t had too a harsh winter. The only real snow we had was a freak storm back at the end of October, and that was only four inches. However, we have had our share of chilly days, where we’ve had to seriously bundle up.
After being cooped up in the house for the winter, the family was in desperate need to break out and have some good old outdoor fun.
I don’t know if it was because of Daylight Savings Time, but the weather was just lovely this past weekend with temperatures in the Upper 50s/Low 60s. Spring was definitely in the air!
On our journey out-of-doors, we were pleasantly surprised to find this cluster of crocuses blooming in our yard. I say surprised because in the three years we’ve lived in this house we’ve never had crocuses and that they popped up in such a weird place, in the mulch between two of our backyard trees.
We spent the rest of the weekend running around, playing on the swing set, talking walks, riding bikes and just having lots of outdoor fun!
As my son told me this morning, “mom, March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” I sure hope he’s right…if it snows tomorrow, I’m not going to be happy. I’m intoning this poem to keep the flakes away and to keep bringing on the warm, sunny weather!
A sense of warmth is tapping at the door;
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
– Or so it seems – clears the deep refrain!
Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes.
The raging colour, singing loud, partakes
In annual birth – spring is born again!
A zest anew for nascent life
Begins in floral train:
Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill;
Carriage two: the crocus;
Number three, a daffodil – dancing,
Drawing focus – as she would,
How I love our spring:
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
I’ve paid the winter’s chilly debt, so
Now upon the wing!
Poem Spring was written by Mark R. Slaughter
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