To me spring is a fine maiden, surrounded by a great flowing gown of color and vibrancy. A master in the art of teasing, she knows we long to be swept away in a passionate love affair with her. Hiding behind old man winters cloak, she peeks out at us. Like a lover she reveals little bits of herself, a glimpse of her rich brown hair in the earth. A peek at her green stockings in the little strands of grass and seedlings. And with those first brave flowers that start the whole celebration, we even see wisps of her colorful gown dancing across the landscape.
We know she is there, we can hear her giggles reflected in the spring waters bubble and flow as they are released from winters grasp. Whispered promises are carried to us upon gentle breezes. She is singing a soft lullaby, gently sending old man winter into his slumber. Like a child trying to protest the inevitable nature of sleep, he tries to hold onto his reign of the land, tossing out a tantrum or two before he can no longer resist the call of dream land.
Spring’s song tickles its way into our soul. The long gentle lullaby tucking winter into dream land seems to last an eternity. Like lovers separated for too long, we are drawn into a fever at the thought of spring’s arrival. Eagerly we watch out our window, waiting for her to come sweeping toward our doorstep. What could be taking so long? Where is she? Could she have forgotten us?
And then all at once, in a great flourish of color, there she is. Taking us by the hand she whisks us off in the great dance of life. Oh how our heart flutters as we whirl around, our souls growing drunk on the sweetness of her perfume.
Everything around us celebrates this moment. We move from the quiet, muffled sigh of winter into a full out orchestration. The colorful song birds form one layer of springs billowing skirts. They dance with her, following her journey north. Their voice’s are her voice, a beautiful melody singing life into the landscape.
I can feel the energy stir. A vibration starts within the land, and everything I see is bursting with excitement. The birds busily flit from home site to home site. They feel life stirring around them, and within them. The draw to bring new life into the world drives them to find the perfect place to raise this years brood.
As soon as the soil warms and is kissed by the sun, plants waste no time in reaching for the sky. Some send up flowers before their foliage, a pure celebration of the season. I love watching the plants grow throughout the spring and summer. Everything has its moment, some plants bloom early. Others provide a sturdy green backdrop to showcase the first flowers, and then later in the season they step forward delight all with their performance.
Nature is a master composer and conductor, laying out her symphony of the seasons. How many of us really slow down long enough to really enjoy her masterpiece? Have you gotten lost in her melody lately?