Sometime in the last week spring decided to arrive, not just on
the calendar but in fact, and notably in my garden. The entire
household came out to admire the arrival of our first Robin, the
one that returns every year as the first sign of winter’s
passing. And it was only a few days later that I heard in the
early evening hours, when it was still a bit light outside, the
unmistakable staccato of a woodpecker. I could not see him, but
I heard him and so did the entire neighborhood.
After a light rain shower suddenly crocus bloomed on my lawn. I
had already given up hope to see any of them this year. Tulips
and Daffodils are also showing courage, and in the window box
some herbs like French Tarragon and Chives are pushing through
the surface. What a delight!
The cats are chewing on the very short but already visible
blades of green grass and watch birds and squirrels with a vary
eye. They have already given up trying to catch one of them. Let
us hope that they are not crowned with success in their game.
All this is happening with Easter just around the corner and I
hope that the weather stays balmy enough to force nature into
more growth so we might hide a few eggs outside this year.
Well, I can dream, can I not? The fondest memories of my early
childhood centre around spring time and Easter. Never will I
forget the walks over meadows strewn with Primroses near bushes
with bright green buds, little ducklings marching to the pond
with their mother, and daffodils in vases with fresh greens on a
festively set table with colourful eggs and all sorts of other
Easter delights. Unforgettable too is the walk to church in a
new dress and new shoes. Everything appeared bright and new and
cheerful. People smiled a lot and lingered instead of rushing
around. Family visits were made, meals shared, stories told and
often a communal afternoon walk would unite us in admiration of
And then there also was the beginning of a new school year just
at that time at Easter, another reason to be excited. These
memories will always stay with me, even if in Canada winter
often has us still in its clutches
when in Europe trees are
already in bloom. After over 40 years in this country I am still
not quite used to the late arrival of spring but deal with it
best as a I can by creating illusions inside the house and by
not giving up any of our old customs.
Our front page indicates that Easter is in limbo between the
white snow of winter and the green grass of spring. Hopefully
you too will honour the traditions of old.
We wish you all a very happy Easter!