Each spring we witness awakenings.
Yesterday morning we woke up to the world being one way and went to bed with it being altered.
The events weren’t personal to me, rather they were a part of a collective experience, events that happened within the bounds of our country that had an indirect impact on many…..the death of a very public and much respected matriarch and the near crash of an airplane full of people.
Both events, I believe, cause for a sort of personal awakening.
Reason to pause and come to an understanding of this quote:
It is possible to experience an awakening in this life through realizing just how precious each moment, each mental process, and each breath truly is.
When I couldn’t sleep last night I ended up down a rabbit hole on FB, having followed a comment on a page I was reading that led me to another comment that eventually took me to a page about a young girl who just lost her life in Texas this past week due to a rare form of cancer.
This morning I stepped outside my door to take these pictures of the signs of spring as it awakens the flowers in my yard, being especially cognizant of these small pleasures and reasons to be thankful for another day of life, a day not given to all.
Each day, unknown to us, we’re surrounded by people who are particularly thankful for each day of awakening and many who are hurting deeply because someone they have loved, has not awakened.
It’s a reason to be kind to everyone we meet.
It’s a reason to stop and admire the flowers around us.
“Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
And just for grins, who can resist these happy dog cousins on a photo shoot in a field of Texas bluebonnets? Despite the weather in northern states, spring is alive and well in the South and green is bursting forth all over!
This particular force of nature has put a crimp in my photography.
Gravity wasn’t my friend when I stepped off a porch step while I was sweeping it. I heard the bone break, so that particular force of nature, although not loud enough for most to hear, wasn’t so quiet from my perspective.
Conversely, my yard is full of whispers as buds unfurl and tightly budded flowers patiently wait to open.
Until I can put weight on this foot again, I’ll have to be content with watching the silent arrival of spring outside my window.
Although, I do have to confess to hobbling outdoors to grab these shots today. I mean, really, how does a person not walk for an entire three weeks?!
To read last year’s blog about peonies click here.
I’m a fall and winter fan. I love the rich colors of autumn and the long nights of winter. Spring has never been one of my favorite seasons but as I grow older I’m finding not only more patience in my life, but also a greater appreciation for planting things in the soil and watching them grow. Spring is renewal and new growth and promise.
And I have to admit there’s really nothing that compares to spring green.
The green of April shouts. It bursts forth in a cacophony of activity as leaves burst forth from tightly wound buds. As if in an instant Mother Nature awakens from her slumber and the stark, elegant trees of winter clothe themselves in their summer best. That new green holds its own for a few short weeks and then this occurs….
And for a time my home is surrounded with vibrant color.