If spring were a song…
If spring were a song, the deep base notes would be the thunderstorms that recently rolled over our rooftop. Rainwater makes the spring colors pop even more brilliantly than before. The trees are budding bright and fresh, the tight dogwoods blossoms are beginning to burst open, and even the bearded irises have started blooming.
Simply going for a walk and noticing such wonder is cheerful thing.
If spring were a song the birds would chirp the melody.
The birds are busy as bees. (So maybe we should say busy as birds?) They definitely whistle as they work, even during the rain.
I walk beneath my neighbor’s stunning row of cherry trees and study the branches overhead. The trees withstood the storms well. In the distance, morning rises above Mount Sequoyah.
The smell of iris immediately transports me to Nana’s garden on the home place. My irises aren’t blooming yet, and I appreciate the established gardens in our Washington-Willow neighborhood.
Dogwoods are blooming. Every house has at least one.
I’m reminded of Easter and the Legend of the Dogwood. Do you know it?
If spring were a song, it would gush from the ground, clear and cold and effervescent. It would float from the heavens, soft like a dream. And I would sing it. All day.
During this season of Lent, reflect on the good.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Your pictures are beautiful this morning. Loved this blog.
Thank you!
When I first moved to Fayetteville I was so pleasantly surprised at how early Spring arrived. Just when you are tired of all the gray of winter, flowers appeared everywhere, like your beautiful photos .
I always think it comes too soon, but it always comes just on time:)
Lovely blog and lovely pictures!
Beautiful post. I love your premise, if spring were …
Your post is so beautiful, I feel like singing it out loud. But I can’t sing so I shall spare the world. No lovelier thing was ever written!