From gray-brown, bare limbs to this ….. seemingly in only a very few days.
What a pleasure to see it all again. I’m annually in wonder over this massive miracle, these great beautiful bandages over the sores of winter. Welcome back!!
Where have these blooms and leaves been? Wrapped tightly under their coats against the icy cold. It’s what we do as well: we wrap our warmth and color within our warm spaces, holding on while the days drag on to
Sunny, mild, balmy days, perhaps a soft breeze, the birds singing. Oh, the birds!
I wonder at all of the beauty and I’m in awe of its construction…from the simplest wild flower asserting itself from the forest floor…..
…..to the complex, lush, delicate beauty of these Camellias.
From my computer days I wonder if the plants and the trees all have some kind of plant firmware that enables them to do what they do. If so, it’s highly complex code, and so well written to produce such beauty.
These crabapple blossoms just enjoyed a sprinkle and, smiling, seem to be looking around to see if it’s Ok to come out. I smile back in return, thankful for their short but wonderful visit.
A Queen of the season, the daffodils in many varieties are seen all over the campus, like bright lemon lollipops.
The return of spring helps me. I can become full of doubt about life in the face of much that happens that is sad or evil.
I accepted years ago that it isn’t a Norman Rockwell world; recently it has come home to me that it isn’t a Thomas Kinkade world either.
Yet, here comes spring again, the annual rebirth to continue the species. A lot of life keeps on working right.