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February 25, 2011 - Janet DelTurco
As I sit by the window looking at the blowing snow, I am waiting for the sight of a snow plow or some other sign of life in the bleak snowscape out there. If a car has ventured down the street this morning, the blowing wind has covered all traces, and I could be alone in the neighborhood. The snow is supposed to let up by mid-morning, and I don't really need to go anywhere, it is just the thought that I could if I needed to.
This sitting and staring has reminded me of how much of our lives is spent waiting for something to happen. In childhood it is Santa Claus, birthdays, the last day of school, or a special trip. My life for many years revolved around the school year, and I have a vivid memory of the advice given to me at my first teaching job. Mrs. Bird, who was near her retirement, told me not to wish away the week, the school year, or any other part of my life. She told me that her teaching career was almost over as mine was just beginning, and it seemed to have gone by in a flash. I am sure I was sceptical at the time, but I still remember that conversation at the lunch table so clearly, even though it was 59 years ago, that it must have impressed me at some level.
Now my life revolves around the seasons of the year as they apply to gardening. And of course to my grandchildren and great-grands as they grow up so fast. Pondering this, I am determined to take more notice of every day that passes, and enjoy good health and the ability to get around and "do my thing". This snow will eventually melt and reveal everything that is happening below it. A couple of weeks ago when the ground was visible for a day or so I was complaining about all the litter on the ground. Now I just want to be able to see it.
I did see a few daffodil leaves in a sheltered spot, although there were no crocus showing yet. Inside, my pansies are growing well under the lightsl, peppers just germinating, and I have sown petunias and black-eyed Susan vines. So every day there is some growth to measure and enjoy. And every day I think of some new change I plan to make in the garden when the time comes. I am not going to fuss about warmer weather and melting snow, or at least that is what I tell myself. Happy winter!
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