March 28th, My Dearest Violet,

My Dearest Violet, 

I received your letter a few days ago and have finally settled down to write to you. The days at the cottage have come to a bit of a standstill as we are covered in a deep blanket of snow. I’ve not been able to make my rounds and am eager for the snow to melt. Yes, I know that though the calendar declares it spring, nature has reminded me that she has the last say as to what weather the day brings. Oh March, how much like a flighty young lady you are. Changing her mind one minute to the next. Rather like someone I am well acquainted with… 

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The Cottage Letters

To Welcome Spring

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, 

And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, 

And humbler growths as moved with one desire 

Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire... 

~William Wordsworth, "Poor Robin," March 1840

There and Back Again

 Before I begin a new journey, I take note of where I was and where I am now and where I want to go from here.  Though sojourns and adventures are wonderful things, my most favorite part is returning home.

I have missed writing and I have missed my gentle readers of not so long ago.  In this new season, I hope to embrace creativity and especially writing ~ thoughts waiting to become words like flowers waiting to bloom on an early spring morning.

The return of cold March weather has given our daffodil bulbs second thoughts of waking before Easter.  I think they would much rather snuggle under a blanket of dirt until the warmth of the sun returns.

And that is my cue to bid you good night.  Snuggling under a blanket is just what is needed.  Good night.