Hope Springs Eternal

Dear Diary,

After days and days of sub-zero and single digit temperatures, yesterday was such a joy!  Things were actually melting!  The chickadees were hopping along the roof edge drinking the drips!  I look out the front window and saw this little bud on the rhododendron which is 75% buried in snow and ice.  Sort of like this house.

But despite all of that, there it was, speaking of hope and new life and spring.  It was a very wonderful thought, that in less than a month's time calendar spring will arrive.  The days are lengthening and you can feel the warmth of the sun strengthening.  We've turned the corner and although there can, and most likely will, still be storms I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  (Let's hope it is not the light of an on coming train!)

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops — at all....


~Emily Dickinson, c.1861