THE SPRINGY SIDE OF WINTER

If we are still in winter coats, sporting our heavy gloves, toques ever at the ready, shoveling snow every second day, then what choice have we but to take comfort from the knowledge that we are now into the springy side of winter?

 

Nestled in their indoor pots, AT THE WARMEST POINT OF MID-DAY, the begonia bulbs are putting out tentative shoots while Pirate, stretched full length on the sunny hardwood, dreams of the bones and balls buried beneath the front yard drifts.  Halfway out of the valley, on our morning climb to work, a red and yellow sun pops boldly over the horizon, casting long-distance beams on the glass of the downtown high-rises. 

 

“This could be our last cold snap of the winter,” we say encouragingly as we zip the zippers of our warmest boots.  It is, after all, the springy side of winter.