Here in the northwoods spring comes slowly and reluctantly.  Yet when it arrives it is glorious for it arrives with a cacophony of color as well as a cacophony of sound.  Flowers bloom and birds sing.  While the eye settles on the latest freshest flower to emerge the ear is blessed with the songs of robins, warblers, finches...and even Canadian Geese.  As the soft spring air ushers in through the open French door, I now know that I want to fill my cup with fresh coffee, sit on the porch, and revel in the embrace of this wonderful day. 

I leave with you this wonderful Robert Frost poem:

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; 
And give us not to think so far away 
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here 
All simply in the springing of the year. 

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; 
And make us happy in the happy bees, 
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. 

And make us happy in the darting bird 
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, 
And off a blossom in mid air stands still. 

For this is love and nothing else is love, 
The which it is reserved for God above 
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil. 

Those of you that may or may not pay attention to my posts, know that WA Frost & Co is one of my favorite restaurants. That said, I have another favorite too that fits in a busy day of errands: Jake's City Grille. Today I had a wonderful lunch that started out with a Sangria Cocktail, Asian chicken salad, and then rhubarb crisp & ice cream with a delicious cup of coffee. I am so full tonight that I just may skip dinner! ​

I had an interesting drive this afternoon in the Gov. Knowles State Forest. My niece gave me a book on Wisconsin ghost towns/villages and it has been fun finding some of these towns or what remains of them. Last fall, I thought I'd found the remnants of a town called Trade River. However, today in the above mentioned state forest, along the Trade River, I found the remnants of what may really have been the town/village of Trade River. All that is left is a small chapel and a cemetery. When looking at these pics, can you imagine Sunday worship at this small church 150 years ago??? Life in these Northwoods must have been brutal. Can you imagine a winter in the 1800s, living in a log cabin and your only heat would have been a wood stove or a fireplace? The cemetery tells its own story of the harshness of that life. Mable Erickson...born 1901 died 1902...for instance and that was only 120 years ago. I need to find out more about this area, this town, and the people that lived here...especially the real Americans who lived here before the European settlers arrived...the Saint Croix Chippewa Indians of Wisconsin.

Life's little blessings...for me...include sharing my home with a Maine Coon Cat.  His antics constantly give a smile to my face as well as a smile to my heart.

When I was growing up, my parents subscribed to a magazine called "Reader's Digest."  "Reader's Digest" also published condensed books...and my parents also got those in the mail.  In one of those condensed books was a novel called "The Winter of Our Discontent."  To be honest I have no idea of the subject of the novel.  Most likely is was a 1960's version of dealing with a crumbling marriage.  Regardless, the title of the novel has stuck with me throughout my years.

This winter which turned brutal the second half of January...and here we are on March 3, with -16 (F) outside...there is not one crocus pushing its flowers above the ground!  The above picture was taken during the snowstorm we got on March 1.  With no end to the cold and snow in sight, I find myself suffering from cabin fever...I find myself in the "winter of my discontent!"

However, I am a Wisconsinite.  I am a northerner.  As such, I am used to snow and cold and I know that winter will eventual cede to spring.  I know I will survive.  So on this Sunday morning I set aside the discontent I feel and take on the joy of living...and the joy of anticipating spring arriving.  Soon the sun will be warmer, the snow will melt, the streams will rush with fresh clear water, and gardens will come back to life.  All I have to practice is patience.

...and I will be then be complaining about the heat!!!   ...and that is life in Northwestern Wisconsin.

This wintry morning finds my thoughts drifting toward the warmth of spring mornings.  This has been quite the winter for the first couple of months it felt as if we would escape with nothing more than a very mild winter.  Then -35(F) temps...and then the snow hit.  For the last three weeks we've had snow almost every other day.  The snow level on the ground has gone from just a few inches of snow cover to a few feet of snow cover!  Today's weather forecast is for snow showers, high winds and dropping temps...to a -14 (F) tonight.

So I remind myself that this weather has provided many wonderful opportunities to curl up on the couch in front of a fire in the fireplace with a good book.  This winter has provided opportunities to rest and just be as the snow falls.  And, this winter has provided opportunities to dream of the spring that is yet to be.

​So as CJ naps and the snow falls....maybe I will take a nap too.  Yup...now that is a good idea.