It’s Palm Sunday 2013 and I have cabin fever something awful!  The 2 feet of snow that surrounds me is no longer as beautiful as it was a month ago.  My winter coat is so dirty but I dare not take it to the cleaners yet.  It’s still too cold.  I guess that is why no one has wanted to tour our house.  It’s been nearly 2 weeks since we showed the house.  Next week we go on vacation.  I have very high hopes: first that spring will be here when we return and secondly that a buyer wants to buy OUR house.  It seems that most young couples are looking for a more modern home with an “open concept and granite countertops”.  If I hear those words one more time, I’m going to scream!

However, I am a glass half-full kind of girl so I’m concentrating on some good news.  Last week we went to Door County to meet with our builder.  He had completed drawings for us (except now we’ve had to change the garage around to fit the setback restrictions and allow room for the drainage field).  We picked out the gas fireplace we want and the tile for its surround and hearth.  We also chose shakes for the siding, shingles and shutters and nailed down our window choices (we have a LOT of windows).  It felt good to move forward on the new house.  The more choices we make, the quicker they can break ground and begin to build when this house sells.  On Friday we went to Wausau for a doctor’s appointment for me and did some shopping afterwards.  I found the exact glass candle lantern I wanted for the new livingroom at TJ Max!!  Up until now I’d only seen them at upscale furniture stores for $120 and this one was $30.  Little things bring me joy.

While I wait impatiently for spring, I decided to write a poem about it.  I hope you enjoy it and Happy Easter!

SPRING IS NEVER LATE

Spring has sprung but not ‘round here,

not for squirrels and starving deer.

Impatience asks this every year,

“When will the songbirds reappear?

And for that matter, leaves on trees,

daffodils and bumble bees,

hyacinths and April showers?”

If only I had special powers,

I’d cause the sun to melt the snow

and make the dandelions grow,

but I cannot; when will I learn

the seasons come, each in their turn?

While resurrection germinates,

the promise of rebirth awaits

when buds burst forth to celebrate.

God’s promises are never late.