It has been a mild winter in these parts. And now the daffodils and hyacinths are starting to bloom. The spring peepers will start their chorus as soon as there are enough warm days in a row to beckon them to come out of hibernation. Their sound also brings up memories, but ones of a different sort.
For now, I am content with these last few days of winter. Soon enough, we will be into March when the force of spring comes in. These gray days of winter aren't depressing to me because they are infrequent in this part of the South. They provide an opportunity for a lazy day of reading and napping. Just for a few hours though, it would be nice to have the raindrops that are hitting the roof turn into soft flakes of snow. I can dream.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. ~Edith Sitwell