Spring is here in New England and the first day to climb, and then summit 50 degrees earns bragging rights. Notice the bare trees, the fleece clad hikers and the pale visages. We emerge, mole-like from layers of clothing and squint at the sun. Each family has it's rituals and ours is to head over to a local hiking spot and.......make gnome houses. The thing about spring in New England is that it looks a lot like winter in the rest of the country. The gnomes are just as eager as we are to emerge from the darkness and embrace new growth but it is worrisome. Have they emerged too soon?
My children are self-proclaimed gnome protectors. They worked hard at the end of our hike to insure that when the snow returns...and it will......our woodland friends will have transitional housing until the spring truly arrives. Luke found some soggy moss for a comfortable bed and Emma rounded up some acorns for bowls. They even called in an expert for structural advice: he took his job very seriously, as he is wont to do.
I have faith that spring is coming and even greater faith that the gnomes will be OK until it gets here.