A Spring Day

Yesterday was a perfect spring day here in southern Ohio. It started out gloomy but quickly cleared up to be about 73 degrees and breezy. The azure sky was punctuated with enormous, fluffy clouds that seemed so close you could reach out and grab them if you tried.

The lilacs are in bloom. This one came from a bush at my parents’ house. This bush came from a start of a big lilac my grandma had in her front yard for many years. I look for lilacs everywhere I go but swear that none are as fragrant as those handed down from my grandma.

There were lots of people out fishing including this father and son.

The trees seemed taller than normal yesterday.

A skink was even out enjoying a sunny patch on my back porch.

The dogwood is pretty this time of year too.

From the tallest trees to the smallest creatures of the forest floor, there is much to see that is beautiful this time of year. I am grateful for days like yesterday and the opportunity to be outside enjoying it all.


In March 1855, Henry David Thoreau wrote in his journal “The first pleasant days of spring come out like a squirrel and go in again.”

He clearly was talking about Ohio where we sometimes experience all four seasons in a single spring day. That has certainly been the case this spring and I have heard endless complaints about it.

What we seem to forget is that this IS spring. We like those seventy degree blue sky days when the air is calm and clean and we can dig around in our flowerbeds.

The reality is often much different with gray skies, sleet and snow plus cold wind so strong it will knock you down.

Today will be 84 and sunny – more like summer, if you ask me. Don’t worry though- we will be back in the fifties with some rain next week. Ohio weather may be unpredictable right now but that uncertainty is a trademark of spring and one that I try to appreciate.

Break out the shorts today but keep that cute umbrella close for next week. If the sun always shines, we might not appreciate it so much!

Daffodils In Snow

We awoke to a light snowfall yesterday morning. It didn’t even last till lunch but it was a lovely sight all the same.

I’m not sure these pretty little daffodils were so pleased to be blanketed in snow but it made me smile to see how bravely they stood up to it.

Isn’t that how life goes? Everything seems sunny and happy and then something harsh comes along and kills the mood for a while. Luckily, those mood killers typically don’t last forever and the sun will eventually come back.


Some people call it Easter Tree but I just call it forsythia. This pretty shrub with yellow flowers shaped like bells is one of my favorite aspects of spring.

There’s an old wive’s tale that says there will be three more snows after the forsythia blooms. Sometimes that’s true and sometimes it’s not. It is Ohio after all, so we could have flurries, a blizzard or record high heat. It’s hard to tell!

What we do know for sure is that all the yellow of daffodils and forsythia dress up the landscape and make it feel like spring!

No Winter Lasts Forever

No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn. Hal Borland

This was the view from my window early yesterday morning. While I will be happy for spring wildflowers, hikes and sunny adventure days, I’m equally happy to hold onto winter a bit longer.

We received about six inches of snow Friday night. Saturday was cold and windy and best spent indoors. It was nice cozying up in bed with my book and cat to luxuriate in the knowledge that our muddy brown landscape is again blanketed in something truly beautiful.

I did venture out for a bit to get my hair done but was quite happy to return home to make a good dinner and spend the evening on the couch watching a movie with Scout.

Of course, I do live in Ohio and this is actually the time of year we can experience all four seasons in a span of days. It will be in the fifties on Monday and in the seventies again by Thursday. It’s hard to tell what the following week will bring.

There’s something to be said for simply enjoying whatever this day brings and to remember that no season lasts forever. Every day is a gift and should be treated as such – even if you do think the weather is crazy!

The First Daffodils

The daffodils are finally blooming. Spring is near.

I have been stalking them for the last few days, waiting patiently for the first of these frilly little flowers to turn their faces toward the sun. That’s my cue to participate in my annual tradition to pick the first few blooms of the season.

Like my dad and my grandfather before him, I look forward to gathering up a few to bring inside.

Honestly, I’m not a huge fan of bringing flowers in from the yard because it almost seems like torture to rip them from their natural surroundings and force them to live in my stuffy house. While flowers brighten my surroundings I just wonder how they feel about it.

I sometimes wonder if this is how my grandma felt or if she just liked to see her flowers outside. Either way, she was never thrilled when my grandpa picked her flowers. It was a true joy for him though and he looked forward to it.

When I was small, he would enlist my help because he knew she wouldn’t complain if it was me committing the offense. I was a really cute accomplice and it’s hard to be mad at a little girl with her hair in pigtails when she presents you with a fistful of flowers.

My dad loves to pick flowers to bring inside to my mother and she enjoys it too. From the first daffodil blooms of spring until the last roses of summer, he makes sure she always has a vase full of flowers.

Scout also enjoys daffodils in the house. Unfortunately, daffodils are poisonous to cats, dogs and horses and I didn’t realize this until he put his rabid determination to work in trying to get to them last night. There literally is nowhere safe or out of his reach inside this house except behind a closed door. I’m already regretting having them.

While it’s a nuisance, it is kind of sweet the way he enjoys fresh flowers as much as the rest of the family!

It’s true what they say. Happiness is in the small things.