My neighbor passed by yesterday riding a small John Deere tractor with a bright yellow plow on the front. I stopped shoveling to say hello. We were both practicing random acts of kindness by helping people in our neighborhood to clear the snow that had fallen the night before from their sidewalks and driveways.
“You know what they call this, don’t you,”he asked?
“No, I don’t,” I replied.
“Onion snow,” he said. “It tells the farmers that it is time to plant the onions and get ready for the Spring crops.” “It is time to sow, plant, prepare, and grow.”
Today is the first day of Spring and we have a beautiful covering of snow here in the Northeast with plenty of buds pushing their way up through the snow…nothing will stop them…they are ready to be born.
I am not so sure about myself. I am not feeling the push. I am not feeling the desire to work hard to come out of the ground and face the new season.
As my neighbor said, it is time to sow, plant, prepare, and grow.
My body wants to lie dormant, quiet, still, and ponder.
Can we go against the call of a season? The daffodils and tulips do not seem to have a choice, but do we?
My guess is that they are following an internal rhythm and flow. They are going with an instinct that is much deeper and visceral if you will….
And so this is my personal Spring calling: to follow my inner knowing, trust my gut, and take it one day at a time.