The clock sprung forward. The days are longer. The calendar announced, “Winter is over and Spring is here!”
But I have yet to see any budding flowers, feel warming rays of sun, or smell earth in the air.
Despite the snow that flurried over the Mid-Atlantic region this morning, the Hubs and I headed off to a favorite place: Terrain in Glen Mills, PA. Ironically, we went to Terrain last December on an unseasonably warm day–60 degrees and sunshine. Today it was unseasonably cold–in the 30s with snow falling on our heads.
Even though I bundled up in my winter coat and donned my winter boots, I determined to enjoy the Spring sights awaiting me. Part restaurant, part garden center, and part indescribably beautiful store, Terrain has an array of Spring plants, flowers, and decorations on display. Green and bountiful Spring was in the air despite the white weather falling outside.
We ate lunch, walked the grounds, and left hopeful that Spring, though delayed, is on its glorious way.
“Spring drew on . . . and a greenness grew over those brown [garden] beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre