She waits for temperatures to rise, for the deep snow in her garden to melt and reveal the rich dark earth of her outdoor sanctuary. She waits for sunlight to warm the quiet southern alcoves in the garden where snowdrops, hyacinths, daffodils, crocus and tulips make their homes, waiting patiently underground to rise up and bloom in all the colors of the rainbow.
She waits for the great geese to come home and fill the northern skies with their songs of returning, for the eastern Ontario highlands to come to life, wildflowers carpeting the woodland and old hills wherever she walks (or rather lurches).
On a snowy morning in late March, she just has to do something so she goes off to a local nursery, returning home a while later with bunches of hyacinths in blue and purple, tulips in flaming orange, apricot and bright pink.
From their place in a sunny south facing window, the blooms fill the little blue house with their vibrant hues and heady perfume. If only she could share their color and fragrance with you this morning - absolutely sumptuous.