Spring dreams

The garden is calling my name, spring has started stirring within my soul... I run outside, turn to the sunlight and shout to the quietness contained within the woods:  "Where are you... oh where are you precious, lovely 'Spring' where are you?"

That’s sort of how the end of winter feels to me.  You see, I can sense the seasonal change coming, the sun is out, I yearn to start working the soil, but spring isn't really here yet. Nature is not giving in, and it is so frustrating.  Do you feel like that sometimes too?

Around here in these parts of my little world, the end of our winters starts right around February. Which is a most marvelous thing to me, considering that up North where the house in the roses sits, the beginning of February it actually is the worst part of winter.  You are still pretty much immersed in it by then, and I remember how sad and anxious I used to feel, my heart already long past its endurance towards winter. There wasn't a day then in wish I didn't yearn for warmth and flowers and my precious garden to come alive again.  Can you imagine how I felt then?  I'm definitely not a winter bird.  

Ah yes I want my magic back... back in my garden and my little world.  So alas, I'm banishing Winter from my heart... "Awake! arise, ye flowers!" ;)

As it is, I'm already spending longer spells of time in the garden during the warmer hours of day; removing dead leaves and annual climbers that were left behind and making a mental count of all the bulbs and flowers I need to fill pots and such, whilst the thought of spring brings a warm glow to my vision, and thaw my mind and muscles from their endless time spent inside winterizing.  The heart can get really cold if all you know is winter, does it not?  Oh I'm sure the Winter Witch had something to do with this... the saddest thing found yesterday in one of the birdbath.  What do birds die of?  I have to wonder. Perhaps his little heart was frozen to death by the Winter Witch for something he did, or didn't?   

I'm spending my days working on various projects in the house, which I usually leave for those months when there's nothing I can do outside... like working on embellishing these old beauties I found at our local thrift store yesterday...

These lamps are so pretty, is hard to believe they were only $14.00 each.  I have big plans for them thought, so they will not stay as they are for too long... ;)  Or this lovely vintage dresser I'm envisioning painting in cobalt or navy blue and gold.  Only thing is I don't have a place to put it... ;)

I really think anyone can redo her home only using items purchased from thrift stores. 80% of mine is...  I am such a thrifting junkie!

In the morning when sunshine permeates our little white cottage in golden dust, magical things transpire... furry creatures would come over for a comfy snooze, new boughs start to steep, young buds gets tinted and leaves swell...  I am so in love with this little white cottage of ours... so in love and thankful for it!... there's nothing about it I don't appreciate... the quiet glories of the early mornings when the sun sits in its center and all the entire front part of the house doze in sunshine, mid-afternoon birds, the woods twinkling under the rays of the last sun and the darkest dark of nights... I so love it all!

Isn't he ever so cute!  Ferals... not fair that he gets to soil my settee, but won't let me pet him!

       

Is your heart yearning for spring too?  There is one thing which gives radiance to everything:  it is the idea of something good around the corner... We're almost there!  ;)

See you soon!