Blog-March-Daffodils-webMarch daffodils

It’s Easter and the daffodils are blooming. But where I am they’re blooming only indoors. Outside, the air is cold, a sharp wind blows from the northwest, and the sky is grey, heavy with rain that won’t fall. Or snow, that might.

Luckily, I grew up in Edmonton, Alberta, and to me this is exactly what Easter looks like.

Edmonton is Alberta’s capital city. When I lived there its slogan was Gateway to the North. But lying as it does at latitude 53, Edmonton is the north. In the middle of December, the sun rises at 8:30 and sets at 4:15. In January the average daily high temperature is -7C/19F with lows of -16C/3F. Even by March, the average daily high is only +2C/36F. All this dark and cold means that by Easter, spring is just thinking about getting started.

And even in those years when spring thought about showing up earlier, there seemed to be something about the Easter date itself that made weather turn nasty. Something about the full moon occurring after the spring equinox. That bright moon seemed to make the night skies frozen and the daytimes leaden. Every year, there we’d be, with a new Easter dress, and every year, there we’d be, in snow. Somewhere in books children found Easter eggs on rolled green lawns. It didn’t happen to anyone I knew.

You get to expect what you know. Of Easter, I never expect anything else. Grey sky? Check? Threat of snow? Got it. Cold wind whistling around your ears, meaning your winter hat and mitts are still in active service? You betcha.

There can be peace in not fighting what is there. For now, my daffodils are happy on the windowsill.

May peace be with you. And happy Easter!

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6 Responses to Acceptance

  1. pam March 27, 2016 at 12:21 pm #

    Happy Easter to you, Laureen

    • Laureen March 27, 2016 at 1:35 pm #

  2. Eve March 27, 2016 at 12:54 pm #

    Happy Easter, Laureen. That, exactly, is my experience of Easter. In fact as a child I believed that God was so sad at the death of Jesus that the sky and the weather were part of his mourning.

    • Laureen March 27, 2016 at 1:40 pm #

      Eve, your child reasoning was so much more poetic than mine! Maybe it’s one reason you are a writer as well as a visual artist.

  3. David C Reid March 27, 2016 at 3:05 pm #

    A tradition in the South Sask prairie in my childhood, was a bouquet of wild crocus gathered from the prairie while checking on the new born calves. My fathers gift when he returned for lunch. Probably April the earliest.

    • Laureen March 27, 2016 at 3:09 pm #

      What a lovely thought to welcome spring. Now there are so few crocuses left, maybe the new tradition will be to take photos of them instead.