In the depths of winter, I am lulled into believing that beauty is limited to a fresh snowfall, snow-laden evergreens, the strident call of the blue jay, and knock-out blue skies. Then spring arrives and I am jolted awake by a world that has burst into life and a whole new sense of beauty returns.
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!
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!