Sunday, March 20, 2022

Hello Spring

 Hello Spring, we've been waiting for you..... your healing sunshine is desperately needed.



The Robins have returned, a sure sign that you have arrived.




Our days have warmed up nicely.
New grass and flowers are beginning their journey to awaken.
Songbirds have returned, and there's a nightly croaking of a frog heard at the tiny pond.
Springtime appears.


 


Flowers are budding
Birds are nesting
Bunnies are hopping
Frogs are croaking

 







"An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere ..."
Emily Dickinson,


Saturday, March 12, 2022

All Change

Just as Spring temperatures were on the rise, and the promise of days spent outside in the garden tantalized our spirits, a March snowfall has blanketed the landscape.
Bitterly cold wind, the kind not fitting for man or beast.
The songbirds, once again silenced.





 


Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken,
Over the woodlands, brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Spring Forward



This coming Sunday at 2 am our annual clock fiddling takes place once again.
An hour forward to Daylight Savings Time, payback for that extra hour of sleep, we enjoyed so much back in November.
Spring is not far behind,  just seven short days,  what a lovely thought...…
 
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Thursday, March 3, 2022

Unfolding

A few days of warm sunshine, and everything is unfolding from a winter's sleep.

Fingers crossed Mother Nature is not playing a joke.

 


 


Were I to live a thousand years,
 I still would know that flaming thrill,
That rush of joy when first appears
 —the golden daffodil.

A thousand times my heart would sing
When purple irises unfold;
Or when forsythia's branches bring
Their dazzling showers of gold.

I could not see an almond tree
With branches all a rosy glow
But that a tide of ecstasy
Would through my being flow

Were I to see, a thousand times,
Blue scilla bells amid green grass,
I know I'd hear their fairy chimes
As I would pass.

Were I to live a thousand years
I'd never watch the nesting birds
Except through eyes bedimmed with tears,
My tongue bereft of words.

Were I to weave ten thousand lays,
Knew I a thousand songs to sing,
I still would lack the power to praise
—the miracle of Spring.

Silver Lining ~Wilhelmina Sitch 1888
 
 

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

Hello March

A glorious sunshiny day today.

I've been busy as a bee, changing out the now-tired Winter decorations and replacing them with Springtime favorites.
The birds are feathering their nests, fluffing and cozying for the next generation.
A season of re-birth, promising new beginnings and hopefulness, in an otherwise chaotic world.


 

" It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold, when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade."

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations