Spring is a time of waiting... and watching... and hoping... and waiting some more. There is a breathless sense of anticipation. Every morning, I thrill to see the sun coming up a little earlier. I am constantly scanning the fields and woods as I drive to and from work, taking note of which bushes and trees have put on some new growth of buds or brightly colored bark. I sit at the window and stare at the green blades of tulip and daffy leaves in my garden, hoping that I will be able to speed their growth by willpower alone.
There have been other things that have required watching and waiting, as well.
Grandma Barefoot recently had heart surgery. This all started back in (I think) January, and so there has been a lot of waiting and watching going on. First the waiting to find out what was wrong, then to find out how to fix it, and now finally waiting and watching while Grandma does her best to heal quickly. I have to say that I admire her ability to deal with all this.
Little Sprout and I have been anxiously watching the seedlings, as well. This year I finally got up the light, so I am hoping that my seedlings will actually make it through to the actual garden! It's a learning process, and every year I do a little better, so it's exciting to consider the possibilities.
I also bought a birdfeeder. So we have been waiting for the birds to notice and visit. So far we have just a couple of chickadees who come to the feeder, but I know more will arrived as word gets out that there is free food available at Barefoot Manor. I hope.