Spring Thoughts on a Puddle Walk

written March 5th before more snow and cold temps

Its a sure sign of spring when Mia, my cat, ventures outdoors. She makes her way through collapsing snow and finds all the passageways under trees, along house and shed where snow has pulled back revealing the dirt of the mother earth
Its time to pull out the rubber boots and go for puddle walks with my granddaughter. Her boots are red, mine are turquoise with pink flowers, a gift from my beloved. Rainjackets and woolies replace winter jackets and, free as the fresh air, we don't miss a single puddle.
Spring feels early to me.Its all very subjective. Some love to watch the snow melt away with the rain, the lanes turn to mud and grass appear. I feel cheated of the end of winter and secretly wish for one more beautiful clean snowfall, another chance to test my skills with the tractor/snowblower and see the land covered in soft white. I join the skiers in hoping the rain is snow in the mountains. Not just for recreation, I think this one step further. As we have had lalmost no snow since early January, the snow pack is very low. I know this means less runoff and the possibility of water shortages come summer.
Spring will come whenever and however, I also know. Although I have attended with joy, the local seed exchange event, gathering local and heritage seeds in the hope to switch over and do better with the vegie garden, I am not quite ready.
Perhaps I am one who has some trouble with these major transitions. It seems it is difficult for me to let go of present conditions and move forward into future ones. Slowly I will say goodbye to the snow and the quiet activities that I never quite catch up with, and prepare for the glory of springtime and the wonderful work of gardening