the sweetest softest fragile hints of spring~
a tiny fragment
connecting us to a past memory
a present thought
a symbolic piece of life
awakening our spirits
from the dormant ways of once was
warmth has slowly returned
light continually brinking upon the horizon earlier and earlier by each morning hour
dusk easing into night lingering as they mingle momentarily in the golden moonlit hour
rain falls
saturating the earth
grounding the roots of life that are waiting to emerge
we step a little lighter
smile a little longer
as we are present with the ever changing ways of springs season at hand
the last apple blossom~
sitting daintly upon this tree
remains the last apple blossom of spring
a white symbol of red to come
since there has been a whole lot of sitting
i have been wandering down recipe lane
my mind has been racing towards the days of fall
wanting ever so much
homemade apple jelly
note to self...something i am want to make
so very soon~
towards the end of february
my grandfather begins to ring
wanting to know if we've got our seeds
and if they've been sowed
our seeds have been sowed
good...good he replies
and in the days that come thereafter
the phone rings with a new kind of sound
have they sprouted
why yes...yes they have
which leads to the daily check in's of
how are they doing
or how high today
a simple little thing
a connection that continues on
the sowing of seeds, the sprouting and growth that happens all in good time
to the sweetest of grandfathers and peas to add
here and gone...
the moment i realized they were here
was the moment i realized they were almost all gone
as it unfolds...
my fondest moments of spring
linger deeply within these blossoms
Percy Bysshe Shelley once said:
"And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere, And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast, rose from the dreams of it's wintry's rest."
13...twelve~
we have been as busy as bees working and tending
so much so
that i had forgotten to come back and post this post
with spring present
we have had burst of energy
that has kept us all moving
13...twelve
dirty fingers
filthy toes
soil digging
seed planting
grass growing
warmth and light shining
first of the bumble bees
birds singing
trees budding
outdoor learning
teas blessed by the sun
time relaxing
embracing spring just as it is
there is nothing quite like the days of spring and the time you spend outdoors with nature
awakening~
the wheel takes another turn
life
awakens
from the long winters still
the equinox presents itself
in a thunderous roar
winds ripping
rains raging
yet admist the commotion of weather
it is happening
just as it should
life blinks
an opening
a closing
spring unfolds
adorning the trees with delicate buds and birds
painting the scene with merriment once more
George Bernard Shaw once said:
"Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will."
tis a
new...fresh...beginning
to emerge from the old
and begin again
just as nature
though our roots will never change
our growth always can