I believe Spring and April have crossed the threshold and it’s time to start the party. The winter clothes are stashed (though we always keep toques out, just in case) and the geese are coming home. We’ve eaten our first offering from the garden–green onions, and there are weeds to dig. A sunny seven-thirty means baseball and bike-rides instead of pajamas and feather duvets. Yep, it’s finally here.
Well, almost. The trees aren’t green yet, but we’re betting it’s going to happen this weekend. Literally. The gamble between us and nature is on; each of us have picked a day we think the birch tree in our front yard will leaf out. The winner will choose from a list of prizes we all contributed to (a brand new beach towel, $10 shopping spree, choice of meat on the barbeque, or ice cream). When I suggested the idea to my girls, Belén’s first response was, “Can I google it?” And the answer that, of course, was no. Two weeks ago, not a single website or search engine held the secret of spring. Even with technology, it’s still unpredictable and out of our control. All we can do is sit back and watch the miracle happen. Or bet on it.
Besides betting, we’re also into bat houses. Stan and Susanna fashioned this cozy home in hopes of attracting hundreds of nesting bats to our yard this summer. We’re courting them because of their appetite for mosquitoes, but if I get some bat poop out of the deal (for my compost) I’ll be even happier. We don’t know much about these flying mammals so the whole process feels a bit mysterious. Does build it and they will come apply to bats?
Happy Spring to you all! You made it through another winter. That’s something worth jumping up and down for!