“Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.”

I like this morning. It is sunny and not too chilly. I surveyed my yard and garden this morning after I got the papers. The garden is even more alive as the day lilies have poked their heads above ground. The lawn is a mess and is covered in branches and twigs from the pine tree which fell during storm 3. The broken tree is still lying on the ground. Now that much of the snow is gone I’m hoping the tree will soon become deck firewood.

When I was a kid, I loved spring. It meant a freedom of sorts, the end of winter hibernation. It meant longer after school play time because the street lights came on later. It meant no more boots, mittens or dreaded hats. It was the season of wonder. The grass in the field below my house began to grow, to turn green. The swamp came alive with darting tadpoles. I remember lying down by the edge of the water watching the tadpoles change, watching them grow tails then legs. The trees in the woods on both sides of the field grew buds then thickened with leaves. The insects and the birds were louder. Spring was taking over from winter.

Ghana this time of year was still in the dry season. The roads and paths were dust. The fields empty of crops. The humidity, the lead-in to the rainy season, was making day and night miserable. I slept outside on my mattress. I remember lying on my back and looking at the sky and being amazed by how thick the stars were and how bright they made the night. I have never seen the like.

I had Peace Corps friends who said they would not have survived had they lived in Bolga.  They thought the heat unbearable which was funny as they visited in the rainy season, cooler than the rest of the year. I remember the relentless heat of the dry season, but it was just part and parcel of living in Bolga.

I have a couple of errands to do today, and I need to fill the bird feeders. That’s it.

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5 Comments on ““Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Spring popped in for a visit today, over 50 F, sunny and almost no wind. I wore a fleece sweater and that was almost too much in the heat from the sun and even in the shade too 🙂

    Yes spring has always meant freedom 🙂 It won’t take long until the street lights won’t turn on until late at night. I can see it here from my cottage since they actually have street light in a tiny village up on the mountain 🙂 I’ve always wondered why they have them, normally they don’t put them up unless the village is rather big 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      We will start getting warmer next week, and by Thursday we’ll hit 50˚. I hope it will be warm for Easter.

      My street has no streetlights. All of the wires are underground. We would have to pay for it ourselves, but none of us want a light.

      Today is chilly but not winter cold. That is hopeful!!

      Have a great day !!

      ( I am going to visit a rescue dog today. It is not a boxer but is part pointer and lab. He is adorable. The dog is 10 months old. I’ll fill you in after my visit. I’m not sharing this in case it doesn’t work out for me.)

      • olof1 Says:

        I’llcheck my mailbox often 🙂

      • katry Says:

        It is a go!! He has to be checked by the vet as he had a urinary track infection which is probably gone. The woman who has him will bring him here so she can do a home visit at the same time. It will be tomorrow!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Good luck with the dog. Spring here in Phoenix this week is very warm and very dry. Most people have gravel yards with cactus and desert plants. Back home we get a lot of rain in the spring including huge thunderstorms that are both life giving and dangerous. The rain is needed to soak down to feed the crops in the summer and the storms produce viscous tornados, lighting and up to baseball size hail. All of which are destructive to both life and property.

    Of course this is the best time of the year to get outside before the blazing summer weather begins in late May. My poor spouse suffers during the spring from terrible allergies. North Texas is the allergy capital of the U.S.:-)

    I’m heading back home tomorrow morning.

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