The warm spring has pushed out leaves and buds and blossoms a month ahead of usual. Bees everywhere, blue skies, warm breezes. My whole body is waking up and calming down. Just being in the moment is enough.
Tag: Spring
Ghosts of Spring
Since it doesn’t look like we’re anywhere close to having a crippling blizzard, it might as well get warmer so I can spend more time outside in the evenings. That thought in mind, I was outside this evening, grilling our chicken for dinner. It was that time of night when the sun is down, but it’s not yet fully dark. The sky clear, the air chilly and crisp, but with a new hint of softness. A promise of good things stirring in the ground. Any hold winter might still have is tenuous and weakening and I’m regretfully saying goodbye. Stars were bright, a full or nearly full moon lighting the sky to a gorgeous deep cobalt blue. I heard what I thought was another flock of Canada Geese calling in the dark. I’ve been seeing them on my runs. Huge V-shaped flocks high in the sky, the benefit of living along a river. The closer they got, and the louder the calling, I realized it wasn’t geese. Reflecting the fading light, illuminated against that luminous blue sky, hundreds of pure white bodies passed right over my head. Swans. Long white necks and broad wings. Ghostly, powerful, driven by ancient instinct, propelling each other through the night, calling, heralding their way. And then they were gone. Fading. And I felt humbled and privileged in the sacred silence. Such brief pure beauty when there is so much ugliness in life.
I always love to see the first Snowdrops of the year. A promise. I especially love to see them in the snow. A promise of the beautiful change of seasons ahead, even while I am sadly saying goodbye to snow.
A warm spot in a chilly woods.
Delicately hoping for snow to realize her full potential and show her true strength.