Waiting

In winter, I wait.

During the workday, I wait to go home in the evening, although by that hour, it is too dark to walk my garden.

During the workweek, I wait for the weekend, knowing that it may be too wet to work outoors.

During the months of winter, I wait for spring.

The garden awakened after a soft rain on Wednesday. Roses were dripping with diamonds. Daffodils mingled in the crowd.

Blue foliage of native honeysuckle looked fuzzy with new growth.

Pine siskins crowded the thistle feeder.

In late February, normal temperatures stay above freezing. Time for nature to wake from her rest.