Quite the Paradox
With the confusion of Mother Nature, all things can run amok.
This morning, again in winter wear, I headed out for my walk. Sure enough . . . drizzle, drizzle. The wind managed to get the drizzle on my glasses . . . I was walking against the wind that I had not noticed when I left our driveway. I kept on as I knew it would feel good having the wind on my backside on the way home.
Before I went into the warm and snuggly house, I took a look at the flowerbed on the east side of the house. Sure enough. Snow had been there a week ago and today there were the ruby red buds of the Fern Peony. I could not help but smile. These plants need to make themselves known early on. Watching them today with a smile, just as my grandmother Laura no doubt smiled as her plants popped out of the cold soil decades ago. The plants that I have are offspring of root bulbs that Laura had in her Penn Township gardens. My mother Lena, my brother Michael and JoAnn, and my sister Elvera all enjoyed the bulbs that had been handed down. I have since passed some of the precious bulbs to Carrie. When Kevin and Kersten are ready for a garden, some of the bulbs will find a new home with them as well.
O.K.! I looked and enjoyed the reassurance of spring. It was bitter and raw outside. I needed to get inside and warmed up. Today was a good day to spend in the sewing studio. I had just the ticket. There was an embroidery pattern that I had saved for just this type of day . . . a Christmas ornament for the 2019 Christmas. I have had all of the materials needed for some time. As I was making multiples of this Bethlehem design, using silver colored thread throughout, I made sure I had a library book with me. Enjoyment of Christmas comes when I have some unexpected stitching to share with various family and friends. Each time I work at a project this late in the spring, I always think it will be my last before I head out to be a grounds keeper. This is where the confusion of Mother Nature comes in.
It is a paradox to see my spring plants fight to surface while I am in the sewing studio most likely humming Oh Little Town of Bethlehem while changing out the hoop on the embroiderer. It was a very good day.