SOME KIND OF SPRING

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."

Lewis Carroll - Through the Looking Glass

This was spring, I think two years ago. We heard that there was snow a little over an hour from our house, so we got in the car and drove there. Then we kept on driving till we reached the Blue Mountains and I saw the Three Sisters for the first time since I was a kid. Growing up I named those rocky mountains after my cousins because they are three sisters too.

This year our spring also feels like an extension of winter, but instead of snow there is never ending rain. The fire is still burning and outside the skies stay mostly grey. And for the first time, despite my love of winter, I am longing for some warmer days when we can sit in the sun and let our washing dry out on the clothes line.