Snowdrops

You just don't think of a flowers especially small delicate flowers as surviving a person by 50 years but these little beauties have done just that. My father died 50 years ago on March 2 and he planted these snowdrops at least ten years before that. They haven't received any care or tending. They are on the edge of a bank almost completely overtaken by vines but they are blooming this cold march day despite below freezing temperatures at night and dustings of snow. It makes you wonder.

AH Retirement

Timing is everything. One should always retire in March. The frozen streams are melting, the green shoots are already popping up, the birds are returning and I can look forward to afternoons with the trees leaving out, the blossoms coming, the bees darting from dandelion to dandelion. I couldn't be more relieved to have the outside world back again in the days to come. Spring is a magical thing and I won't miss a minute of it. Things I now have time for: Watching the birds at the feeders, sitting in the sunshine and reading, lingering over tea and a crossword, walking everyday with Shadow, driving the tractor through the woods and that is just in March.There's a voice that sometimes whispers, "But won't you get bored?" And then my real voice answers back, "Don't be idiotic. You never run out of projects and things you love to do."