The promise of spring and new growth hangs on despite winter’s cold.
Winter in central and northern Ontario is nothing short of amazing. Yes, it’s often cold, the driving can often be tricky and, sometimes, downright hazardous, but there’s no disputing the beauty that befalls the subdued landscape when snow descends upon it from above. As much as I miss those warm spring and early summer days, I do so love the crispness and quiet beauty of a cold winter’s day.
There’s something quite humbling about a cold February day, with the sunshine tricking one into believing it’s warmer than it is while at the same time, casting gloriously bright sunlight across open spaces and upon snow-laden trees, lakes and roadways.
Spring brings flowers, summer the warmth, Fall, beautiful leaf colours, but winter, winter brings silence, a time of renewal, contemplation, and the promise of new life and growth in but a few short weeks.
Nature – life, finds a way. How true a statement that is indeed. Despite the snow surrounding the tender shoots, daffodils are triumphantly sprouting towards the glorious spring sunshine, unabated and unabashed. Another month and they’ll be fading away, allowing the peonies to step into their deserved late spring spotlight.