First the far hills take on red and green hues as last fall’s tight-fisted tree buds begin to expand. Then all it requires is a few very warm days and Mother Earth’s vegetation erupts. Tiny leaves break their casings and suddenly the woods are shimmering in a gown of green. Beneath the trees, delicate and wax-like may flowers peek out from under their leathery leaves. Fiddleheads pop-up to unfurl into ferns and trillium leaves poke-up like arrowheads from the damp earth. Soon the umbrella-like may apple leaves will shelter the single delicate flower nodding below on the stem. And everywhere there is birdsong – only the blue jays and crows, year-round residents, have become silent nest keepers. All the other birds are singing out their hearts.
The world is alive. After a long winter of incubation, spring’s beauty is one of birth and rebirth – a season of wonder and hope. Go out and look, listen, smell, taste, and touch the wonders of spring!