Winter simply wants to hang on this year. We’re blessed to have help shoveling our way out. It’s not a pretty sight seeing to octogenarians outside in below zero weather, trying to push snow around. In my part of the country, record snowfall and subzero temperatures are the fare for the day – the soup du jour – the endless number of snowflakes continuing somewhere into May. I love the beauty of snow. I love the glistening, diamonds that pop up on top of the freshly fallen white stuff. I enjoy watching flakes dance onto branches and snuggle into dry foliage, but enough is enough, already!

I was so excited last Tuesday, when a few of our local feral cats showed up. I know, most folks look for a furry groundhog to predict the future weather, but I watch the cats instead. I thought this was a sure sign that winter had finally come to an end. These hardy little critters had survived another jump from solstice to equinox. They took advantage of the February sun, to bask upon our Adirondack chairs,. We have renamed them – the CATarondack chairs. In fact we’ve concocted an entire story around those cats – CAT scans, CATamaran chairs, CATapults, etc. But I digress. My heart leapt for joy as I saw them. It was like viewing a glimmer of hope. Most people look for the first blooms of narcissus or tulips. I watch for winterized cats to appear.

Keeping our creative minds as active as possible is a huge necessity when you get old, even though there is very little funny stuff going on during this time of life. We almost have to create our own funny. Nothing wrong with that, I guess. So, I’ll keep my eyes open for those stray felines – get out my seed CATalogue – review the CATegories – check my peripheral vision for critters on the CATwalk – hope I don’t become CATatonic or that no one steals my CATalytic converter, especially because I now have CATaracts to worry aboutl.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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11 Responses to SURE SIGNS OF SPRING

  1. tamweary says:

    Such a great story! I’m excited about spring and My cat-nip is sprouting😃

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  2. hatrack4 says:

    We had diamonds like that today, but we had no snow in the forecast. Then again, you look outside now and all the evidence is gone. Snow is in the forecast for another couple of days, but I think it will be like today. As an old campfire skit punchline went “Hare today, goon tomorrow.”

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  3. Cute post. I am ready for spring also. Can’t wait to drive out in the country and look at a pasture full of CATtle and watch the little calves running around. Afterwards I might take my pole and try to find a CATfish hole. A little fried fish and fries with CATchup sounds fine to me. After that meal I know I will have to take a CATnap. I have to stop! You have made me a little on the CATty side!🤣

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  4. I’m so ready for Spring

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