Like A Package Wrapped In Brown Paper, It Has Arrived!
Written on March 22, 2011 by
Spring Song
by Robert Louis Stevenson
THE air was full of sun and birds,
The fresh air sparkled clearly.
Remembrance wakened in my heart
And I knew I loved her dearly.
The fallows and the leafless trees
And all my spirit tingled.
My earliest thought of love, and Spring’s
First puff of perfume mingled.
In my still heart the thoughts awoke,
Came lone by lone together -
Say, birds and Sun and Spring, is Love
A mere affair of weather?
Although barely, it is here! Spring at last; washing away the gloomy winter. Slender over-sized blades stand proudly in the air, the bud-less/headless beauty of the daffodils. Teacup to large sized daffodils will bloom in a variety of seven different colors in two different sizes, and I will treasure there beauty. (They are my favorite flowers, then the Montauk Daisies.) The hyacinths’ look like small chunky green artichokes laying on the ground. The lilies have these incredible little sprouts that have expanded and taken up even more empty space. Some of the lilies are showing for the first time, these little sprouts look like mini triangles stacked. Hopefully they all bloom. (Some of the colors will be a surprise; can not wait to see what they are.) The little Japanese Maple Tree has grown, spread so much it will need little supports. (How cool is that!) The roses’ vines are turning green and have grown. The small delicate Lilac bush has buds, last year it was dormant. (I would love for it to bloom, but to see its’ green leaves would be good enough.) My beautiful Cherry Blossom Tree, took a beating this winter, but its’ branches are still bendable, I think it will be fine. (What a beauty to look at when it flowers!) Some birds have made a nest in the hearty glowing Ivy bush. The old honeysuckle leaves have a shine and the vine is greener. The big oak is still bare, but the anticipation of the buds, is torture. When those buds come, I know all the colors of the world will be truly all coming back.
I have seen the brilliant red of a cardinal and the loveliness of a dove, so far. I can not wait for the music of chirping birds. Oh, how nice it would be to once again hear the hoot of an owl in the near distance. (Where are the Cranes that hang out by the lake.) Already had a squirrel gnarling at the garbage pail. (Catch me mid-summer, I am sure I will not see the squirrel that is destroying the garbage pail in the same light.) No bunnies yet, nor ground hog, but there is a new stray cat.
The chill in the air is barely noticeable. I tell myself it is warmer and try not to notice I still can not rid myself of most of my winter garments. (I do not wear the gloves anymore. It is a start.)
So with the Daylight Savings Time in force, I pour my morning cup of coffee in the dark, but I do not mind. (Stand there sipping long enough I can catch the sun light up the world.) Night does not come so soon, how energizing. With the daylight lasting longer I make dinner and watch night come in through a big kitchen window.
It is child’s play for me, a big playground out there. So much to discover, the thrill of watching it come to life, expand and strengthen. I plan to share it with the grand baby girl. She is turning two, and discovering the world is how she spends her days. She absorbs everything like a sponge. What better way to share spring than with someone you love experiencing it for the first time! (Also, have plenty of allergy medicine on hand, along with tissues and allergy eyes drops. Gotta love it!)
Live with a passion, laugh hearty, dance slowly, love deeply; recovery has its’ ups and downs, have faith -after all, you are here. Always in our prayers and thanks.