Tuesday, 28 September 2010

The Thawing


Just when you think you can't handle one more minute - one more second of winter - the winds change, bringing the first scent of spring.

Spring.

We can wear open toed shoes again, go to the beach and get sand in our collective cracks, melted gelato, open our doors and hearts to the warm air.

Like when you're all depressed and someone says to you, "It's always the darkest before the dawn." It's always the coldest before the melt. And this melting is fabulous.

I see buds everywhere, forming and blossoming and blooming. And I think, this has happened every year? Where have I been?

The bare, sad, naked trees.



On closer inspection, they are budding and about to come alive again.


The bottomless pit of sad and morose and gloom in me thinks darkly, like it always does.

"It's only the buds of tomorrow's autumn. The sun won't be here for long."

And the new, improved part of me clouts that old part of me on the head, tells it that yes, that is true.

Which is why we must enjoy the sunshine, right now this very minute.

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(I just wrote that whole post, shivering in my pyjamas, out on the back deck at 8.11am in the morning. Dave came out, bemused. "Hon, what are you doing?" I told him I was willing spring on and he laughed and we had a very nice kiss. I'd give it an 8 out of 10.)

12 comments:

  1. 8 out of 10, that's pretty hawt.

    Happy Spring Eden! We're hunkering down for winter. yay. pffft!

    (My Eyeore is louder than my Tigger. I hope your Tigger wins.)

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  2. Did you process the far-off photo of the tree? Because if not, I love when you can just see that slightest hint of green around the edges of the branches. You can feel those buds about to pop!

    And an 8 out of 10 kiss - THAT'S the right way to will spring on!

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  3. Gorgeous! I love seeing the spring blossoms.
    My Lil has been asking for weeks, 'Is it summer yet?' as all she wants to do is wear a pretty sun dress.
    Finally, I can say 'No, but it's spring and the sun is out so you CAN wear that dress."

    It's a nice change from say no, it's too cold!

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  4. Jealous.

    But yes, the first signs of Spring make my heart leap, too.

    As does a good kiss :-)

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  5. My hubby and I are drooling over your photos - they're amazing!! My mom just spent 3 weeks in Australia and is now in NZ for a week. She's in spring, and will be coming home to fall. Funny how our seasons are opposite!!

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  6. I for one L-O-V-E winter and will be sad to see it go, I love the cold weather, the rain, the wind, the blustery days that have me reaching for my scarf. I love it so much that I'm off overseas in 3 weeks to cram in 3.5 weeks of lovely chilly cold weather!!

    I H-A-T-E spring because I am one of the lucky hayfever sufferers of the world - ACHOO!!!

    Despite that I do love seeing the trees and flowers spring back to life!

    And an 8 out of 10 kiss - I'm lucky enough to get a couple of those every single day! How lucky are we?!?

    x

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  7. HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA.

    Sob.

    We had a few nice days and tonight, dude, it's fucking snowing out there. SNOWING. My trees don't have buds yet, I'm in the coldest part of the freaking state. Ugh.

    It will be better next week.

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  8. Hahahha, I laughed so bad at the 'I'd give it an 8 out of 10'!

    Loved your blogs lately!

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  9. The pics are so gorgeous and your words are even more... We are saying good bye to summer here... I am saving some sunshine inside of me and getting ready for yet another long winter. Enjoy Spring!

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  10. ahh spring. I'm still waiting for spring to really find its way to us down south. It comes for a day and then gets scared away again.

    I told my Lou about your comments to me last week. "Eden says she wants to kiss me"
    She frowned. "who's Eden?"
    Me "shes a blogger"
    Lou, goes back to reading the paper "Oh ok then"
    Its true love, y'know.

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