Goodbye Winter…Hello Spring…

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Dream Me Up…Buttercup…

Bertha…and I are so excited to be a part of the…Goodbye Winter…Hello Spring Blog Hop…and we thank you for visiting our blog…be sure to enter to win a copy of…Becoming Bertha…and participate in the Rafflecopter for a chance to win a $70 Amazon or B&N gift certificate…and of course you’ll want to visit the other blogs for more chances to win…links are at the end of the post.

In keeping with the theme of the blog hop…Bertha…asked me…what is my sign that Spring has sprung…

ButtercupsFor me…Spring officially arrives when the…buttercups…bloom…now…most people call them…daffodils…but for some reason…in my little corner of the world…we’ve always called them…buttercups…and…since I’m an old dog…I don’t intend to call them anything else…besides…they were my Granny’s favorite flower…and it just wouldn’t seem fair to her memory to correct their name now…

Anyway…what I love about buttercups…is that they bloom while it is still winter…sometimes early enough that Punxsutawney Phil picks a bouquet while he looking for his shadow…they are like a personal promise to me…that Spring is really coming…

Frosty ButtercupsThe funny thing is…once the buttercups bloom…we can usually count on a snow…often the only one of the season…this year was no exception…as buttercups all over the county found themselves peeking out of ten inches of the white fluffy stuff…followed by a few days of icing…

Luckily…buttercups are very resilient and generally…take a snowing and keep on growing…looking just as lovely after the snow and ice as before…

Now…Bertha…says that buttercups remind her of life dreams…

Bertha…says that like with buttercups…we plant the bulbs for our dreams…and sometimes…they start to show up…before we expect them…and then… something comes along…like a big snow…and they are totally obscured from our vision…but…instead of being patient and waiting for the inevitable thaw…we think all is lost…and move on…never going back to pick the lovely bouquet that is just waiting for us…

Hmmm…from now on…when I visualize my dreams…I think I’ll see them surrounded by a field of buttercups…it couldn’t hurt…

Jane…

Becoming BerthaNow…for a chance to win a Kindle copy of…Becoming Bertha…all you have to do is leave a comment…telling us what is your first sign that Spring is arriving in your world. You have until 6:00 pm CST… March 24, 2015…then all entries will be entered into Random.org and the winner will be posted and notified by email.

 

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Buttercup Whisperer…

Yesterday…Bertha…challenged me to shift my focus to things that make me smile…and it didn’t take long for me to find some of them…just long enough to eat breakfast and head to work…

It’s that time of year…when buttercups begin to bloom in the South…I’ve mentioned before that these are my favorite flowers…probably because they promise that spring is about to arrive…even though they usually get dusted with snow before it does…but…it goes deeper than that…my Granny’s yard was a buttercup haven…she had rows of them by the clothes line…they were sprinkled in shrub beds…and other places around the yard…most of them had been dug up and moved from other home places…and then divided and moved around as they thickened up…new bulbs were rarely bought…just passed along…from family to family…like prized heirlooms…but…I digress…

Anyway…I go through a rural area…on my drive into work…and…there are lots of buttercups…dotting the embankments as I pass…some of them growing in nice neat rows…in front of well-established homes…and while those are nice…and do cause the corners of my mouth to curl…the ones that make me smile the most…are the ones that are just random…in the middle of a pasture…peeping out from the edge of the woods…in the ditch…with no house in sight…now those make me smile…as I wonder…where did they come from…who planted them…were they dug up and moved from another location…by some new bride…making her house…now long gone…a home…did her children proudly hand her pretty bouquets with chubby little hands of blossoms without stems…did she dig up bulbs to share with those same children when they moved into their own homes…did she take buttercups to the cemetery to mark the graves of her ancestors…

Did

And…my list of questions could go on forever…as I pass by the little patches of sunshine…wishing that I had the ability…to hear the secrets that they whisper as they nod in the breeze…instead…settling for a smile that warms my face and my life…

Jane