Deanne’s Diary:I believe in you Spring

I believe in you spring even though it appears you are hidden under layers of white.

Each layer a Sunday past when the snow fell thick and heavy and I was held up inside with my hook and frame.

I know that the little bit of sun today that warmed me on my walk will charm you out of hibernation.

You’ll arrive one morning and I’ll meet you in a skirt and sweater, dressed up to celebrate your coming.

I’ll cherish you while you are here because my fondness has grown in your absence and I now know how much I love you.

Spring.

I know you are coming.

That thin blue line in the distance is the open water. Another sign.