Some of my best moments in a day come around mid-afternoon when I wander outside to get the mail. In winter, this means donning a coat and scarf, gloves and boots, my camera in one pocket and my cell phone in the other, as I leave the warmth of our snow covered home and slosh through the slush to our postal box, which is at the road.
Off I went yesterday, in the sunny afternoon, with snow glistening everywhere, first heading to the compost pile in the back. Table scraps and a wilted bouquet needed to be returned to the land, which meant trudging through eight or nine inches of snow to do it. First, I needed to get around this mound of snow,
then under the snow covered arbor.
One foot in front of the other, I plodded along, enjoying the snow covered vista before me, and spied this fairy out of the corner of my eye. There she was, in the bright afternoon sunlight, hiding under some dried oat grass. I wondered if she, too, was looking for spring.
A red tailed hawk danced overhead, searching for prey, and I could see several deer in among the trees and brush. They were watching me as I followed their hoof prints in the snow.
The mailbox was full; bills, sales fliers, a catalogue from White Flower Farm, which I resisted from opening. A few cars rolled by. I could see a yellow school bus coming up over the hill as I turned and headed back along my toe path, my eyes cast downward, vigilant for ice patches. With the temperatures rising, it felt good to be outdoors. March can be a fickle month here in the midwest with snowstorms one day, then 40°F temperatures the next, but the hope of springtime was in the air.
As I neared the turn in the drive leading back to the door, I noticed a wee splash of green with a tipping of yellow and I squealed with pure delight. There in the snow was my first sure sign of spring poking through the snow; a daffodil.
Indeed, dear ones, some of my best moments in a day come around mid-afternoon when I wander out to get the mail.