Almost, but not quite

It's still very cold here though the days are getting brighter and longer. For these past few days, I even had to draw the curtain in my wee kitchen because the sun rays were too bright and piercing. But don't let that fool you by thinking it is that warm outside! No, it's definitely not! On the contrary, it has actually been colder than other days.

It is a confusing time, really; to look at the sun and think, 'Oh, spring is here', and we go into the gardens preparing the plants and flowers for their awakening. However, in the mornings, we still find frost covering the ground.

The children also get a little confused, Mommy, is it still winter? Or is it Spring already? Abang H exclaimed the other day, when we saw beds of flowers preparing to bloom on the sidebanks along the roads.

The answer? Well, technically, Spring only begins sometime mid-March, so we are pretty much still in winter. Nonetheless, the sunshine gives us hope, doesn't it? It'll come soon and when it comes, the flowers will all bloom.


A Light Exists in Spring, by Emily Dickinson

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That silence cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.