Thoughts of spring – Kate’s farm in winter (the Christmastime series)

At this time of year, I begin to wonder what Kate and her daughters would have done to get through the long, cold winters on the farm. Especially on days when they were snowed in, or the outside world was too frigid for enjoyment.

I imagine Kate would have kept busy with mending and darning and the daily chores of farm life. But I also see her in the kitchen, making something special for her family. An unexpected surprise that would warm the kitchen and fragrance the farmhouse.

In addition to their other chores, Ursula and Jessica would have been busy with weekly laundry and ironing – perhaps remembering springtime clotheslines as they gathered the cold laundry off the line.

As they listened to the radio at night, they might have crocheted or embroidered the flowers they longed for, as a way of creating a bit of springtime.

They would have continued their projects with the dried lavender gathered over the summer, making oils for baths and sachets to fragrance bed linen and nightgowns – a way of encouraging memories of spring before asleep.

I see them all pausing at the windows, searching for color out in the snowy, white world

and imagining the garden in bloom, the beehives full of honey.

Such thoughts might prompt them to make a cup of tea with honey, to warm up and savor the hint of wildflowers.

Maybe they would have gone into town with their brothers to run a few errands and catch up on the local news, finding warmth and vitality in the company of friends and neighbors.

In short, they would have done many of the things they did throughout the year – but everything now would be tinged with a wistful longing for the colors and scents of warmer months. It was second nature to them to bring touches of springtime into their lives and spread a little warmth and sunshine into the heart of winter.

(Though Kate and her family are mentioned in the earlier Christmastime books, the farm plots really blossom beginning in the 1943 book.)

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Provence – springtime

After years of dreaming about it, I finally visited Provence, seeing towns and villages that stretched from Avignon on the Rhone,

to Moustiers-Sainte-Marie in the east, with the snow-capped French Alps in the distance.

Although it was too early in the year for its famous lavender and sunflower fields, the Luberon Valley was bursting with flowers. In addition to the cheerful, beloved red poppies,

there was purple everywhere: deep royal irises,

and paler wisteria and lilac, perfuming the air. My greatest surprise was the sheer abundance of flowers — they were everywhere, planted in corners of fields and alongside roads, framing doorways and windows, in planters and atop stone walls.

Provence was everything and more than I had hoped to experience: hilltop villages with distant views,

narrow streets and steep stairs,

inviting bridges and passageways,

picturesque, colorful shutters.

There were rooms of old-world elegance,

others of more rustic decor,

and quaint details everywhere.

Beautiful old churches, rich in detail.

Quiet courtyards, and fountains everywhere.

A travelers delight in the unexpected,

and in unplanned visits: to the lavender museum on a rare rainy day, and the historical perfume museum in Grasse, housed in an beautiful old building

with a scent-rich garden of roses, wisteria, and citrus.

(And a gift shop of fragrant indulgences to take back home.)

Market days in nearly every town infuse the area with vibrancy and interest,

and a relaxing cafe culture pervades all of Provence, offering a slower pace to life.

Which perhaps accounts for the warm and welcoming people we came across everywhere.

There was a real joie de vivre found in the lively conversations that filled the cafes, the delight in the company of friends.

There was riverside dining in villages like L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, a historic mill town with waterwheels still turning along its river.

And a visit to the source of the Sorgue,

a gushing fontaine that springs from the nearby mountains (and more riverside dining).

There was the unique village of Roussillon that still bears the reddish color of its famous ochre that was once mined and traded afar.

A nearby hike immerses visitors in the sculpted ochre hills, full of tall pines and purple phlox.

And charming Moustiers offers beautiful views from every angle, every tiny winding street, at every time of day.

Throughout Provence, the soft evenings retain a hint of the old and inviting and mysterious,

and serve as a gentle reminder “to relish the charm of life” (from a previous post, “Beau Soir” https://wordpress.com/post/lindamahkovec.com/2278).

My only wonder — why it took me so long to visit Provence.

Blossom time

blossom time

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust

B2

“April… hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” – William Shakespeare

Hood River Oregon

“There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.” – William Cullen Bryant

B3

 

 

“Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.” – Ikkyu Sojun

Ursula's table

“In the cherry blossom’s shade there’s no such thing as a stranger.” – Kobayashi Issa

 

April 2

“The April winds are magical.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

A blossoms table

“Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers.” – Byron Caldwell Smith

birdhouse sunset

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lion

 

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March came in like a lion, roaring and pouncing upon us with several snowstorms. After yesterday’s March Nor’easter #4, the world this morning appeared soft and white, with the fences and tree branches outlined in snow.

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Some of the trees looked like cotton bushes — fluffy white, and light as air. As if you could pluck a bunch of snow, stretch it thin, and spin it into cloth.

 

 

And yet — once spring has officially arrived, and April is close at hand, no one wants to hear about how beautiful the snow is. They’re ready for color and a bit of warmth, for signs of growth in the garden, and the first touch of green on the trees.

snow crocuses

I’ve found a hint of spring in my garden in the small cluster of crocuses and a few green spears of hyacinth leaves — a welcome sight. All it takes is a bit of color to assure us of the promise of spring.

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