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Snow-laden Nest Waiting for Spring

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Snow-laden nest under our portal.

Snow-laden nest under our portal.

After waking to snow yesterday, I went outside to bring in some firewood and glanced up to see the nest that has been a part of our family for the past years. Snow fills its contours and runs the length of the winter-dormant wisteria strands running the length of the beams under our back portal.

“Waiting for spring,” I thought.

Nest behind the skull.

Nest behind the skull.

A number of people in my life also waiting for spring filled my mind. It feels as if so many of our nests right now are laden with snow, hunkered down, waiting out the winter—waiting for spring.

I’ve written about this nest and others in our life throughout the past couple of years—the life-filled Nest Behind the Skull and love-filled Nest.

When I shared this photo of the now snow-filled nest, friends wrote, “Aw, it won’t be long before you’ll hear little ‘cheeps’ coming from the nest,” and “I can hardly wait to see the little eggs in there in a few months.”

“They’re right!” I thought. “Spring is just around the corner!” That knowing had been lost to me amidst the cold dormancy of winter.

As much of the world lies under snow, waiting for the change of seasons, both in nature and life, I thought it a good time to remember that spring – with it’s warmth and new life - does lie just around the corner.

Nest

By Marianne Boruch

Nest in spring.

Nest in spring.

I walked out, and the nest   

was already there by the step.  Woven basket   
of a saint   
sent back to life as a bird   
who proceeded to make   
a mess of things.  Wind   
right through it, and any eggs   
long vanished.  But in my hand it was   
intricate pleasure, even the thorny reeds   
softened in the weave.  And the fading   
leaf mold, hardly   
itself anymore, merely a trick   
of light, if light   
can be tricked.  Deep in a life   
is another life.  I walked out, the nest   
already by the step.  

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13 thoughts on “Snow-laden Nest Waiting for Spring

  1. Love this one. Nest is great.

  2. Am always ready for spring! But wouldn’t chase away this beautiful snow – so dearly needed.
    We have a hummingbird nest just outside our bedroom window that has seen inhabitants for 3 years running – utterly amazing to watch!
    Love to you dear friend!

    • Hey dear Sandy, oh, was this snow ever needed. Yes and yes. A hummingbird nest?! Oh, wonderful, wonderful! I do hope you’ll share some photos sometime. Love and love to you!

  3. I enjoyed the philosophical description of the nest! How true & how fun to imagine what it is all about!
    Love M

  4. I love nests. We get a lot around here. One year I was able to watch the birds hatch and grow. I love new life. It’s a blessing from God. I even photographed the different stages without disrupting the chicks or mother. I can’t wait for this years flock. Thanks for the lovely post, Dawn.

    • Carmen,
      I loved reading of the nests around your home. There really is something about nests and watching the lives within, isn’t there? We have a nest behind the skull in the nicho by our front door and one in the wisteria right outside the kitchen window. There is a particular joy that comes from watching life unfold within. Here’s to us both watching in wonder! Thanks so much for taking the time to connect. Deep gratitude.

  5. Thank you for such a beautiful and timely post, Dawn. As I write, we are “snowed in” in Kansas, preschools and daycares closed for the past two days. My little boy keeps asking when it will be spring again. He reminds me of a little bear cub, pleading with his mama to come out of hibernation. Stay warm and stay safe as winter makes its roar.

    • Dear Kate, I can visualize the little bear cub pleading with his mama to come out of hibernation. What a perfect description. I think of you and the cubs snowed-in in Kansas. I’m grateful for a sharing of our time of hibernation! Love, Dawn

  6. I’m waving my arms in the air…I’m SO hunkering down right now, waiting for the possibilities of spring to present themselves. I don’t mind, though-I like the solitude and solace of winter. A blogger friend posted a photo of a winter tree with a huge net, commenting on the irony that we only see the nest when everything else is barren or stripped away.

    • Dear Mamawolfe,
      Oh, I love the image of the winter tree and the irony of seeing the nest once all is stripped away…. So very wise and true. “I like the solitude and solace of winter.” Thank you for this. Solitude and solace…

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