The Weekend of Snow, The Gift of Spring

Saturday was streets filled with rainwater and pear tree blossoms, baby leaves on the hackberry tree, strawberries and cantaloupe slices shaped like hearts, a cold wind across the yellow forsythia, one after the other movies on tv, a sleeping cat in my lap and a forecast of snow for Sunday. Cardinals in the front yard, bright red against the rainy greens of spring, the feel of a long lazy day drifting into darkness, one last bright star before sleep.

Sunday was snowdusted honeysuckle, the pale pink of tulip trees lost in white icing. A colder wind than Saturday, salsa with breakfast, the light from the windows silver with the surprise of a winter day welcoming spring. Sideways flurries, The Swiss Family Robinson, toes cold through 2 pairs of socks, a quiet neighborhood. It was tacos and Pulp Fiction, honey bunny, it was a cat still sleeping in my lap while I nibbled dark dark chocolate. It was dropping my camera smack-hard onto concrete and thanking the powers that be for no damage. It was rubber boots to take out the trash and cheerios for supper.

Today is emerging from a cocoon, a Bollywood movie with breakfast, sunshine across the front lawn, it is warmth growing warmer, it is guilt at leaving Maggie the cat alone at home, better though she may be. It is no coat today, sunglasses instead. It is saying goodbye at last to winter, adios, adios, fly away home, it is cardinals in the yard again. It is the gift of spring, ribbons bedraggled and damp from yesterday, but it is the joy of untying them and opening the box. It is Maggie meowing at the birds.

we are through the weekend safe & sound