Spring is here, Spring is here, Spring is here. Can you tell how excited I am? Winter may try to remind us of his fury, but Mother Nature will ensure that he does no more damage than a tempest in a teapot. Already the first golden jewels have appeared. Capture those images quickly, for soon, they will deepen and transform into every shade of green. Sap runs in my Maple trees and colors the tips of their branches with a deep burgundy glow. The buds have softened in the sun’s warmth, and they stir, ready for a long uncurling stretch like a cat waking from her nap.
Green speckles erupt in my garden’s dirt. Crocus and tulips hear the call and push back the covers from their deep slumber. It is time to grow and bloom. I sense what was almost imperceptible a few days ago, and I cannot resist the quiet song. The slow, plodding drumbeat increases its tempo. The birds sing, and a robin adds his voice to the choir.
Mahler is right. When Spring arrives, we can breathe deeply again. Winter causes us to constrict, hunker down and conserve the little heat we have. The forecasters predict temperatures to soar to 60 degrees this weekend. It’s not shirt sleeves, shorts, and flip-flop weather, but working in the garden under a sunny sky, I expect to shed a layer or two, soak up some vitamin D, and remember how to breathe.
Have you been waiting for Spring?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer