There’s nothing quite like spring in the south. It can be all too brief, especially this year with winter making several unwelcome reappearances, but I’m thrilled to be back here to see spring happening.
Several weeks ago, a Kwanzan (or Kanzan) cherry tree in our yard burst forth in beautiful pink blossoms, and though leaves have already taken the place of the blooms, I’m happy to have been back in time for the showy display.
It’s not only human friends who have been welcoming me home. I walk through parks and on trails and along creeks that shimmer with plants I love and missed. Continue reading
Oh, Dr. Seuss, today’s your birthday,
And you couldn’t have picked a finer day than today.
Spring has sprung its springiest flower delights,
And the bees and the butterflies are enjoying their flights.
There are places still sleeping where spring hasn’t sprung,
But the view from my window says it won’t be long,
Til we grab hold of clocks and move hours around,
And look for more petals to sprout from the ground;
And we’ll recall how you told us that outside was great,
Whether rainy or sunny or early or late.
Then we’ll set off on bikes or on our two feet
To see the new creatures and plants that we’ll meet.
But we won’t be afraid, and we need not delay,
because your stories taught us to set out on our way.
You told us we’d go to all manner of places:
Some fun, and some lonely, and some days at the races;
Your words give us courage, no matter the where,
And we remember you telling us, as if in a dare:
“It’s opener there
in the wide open air.”
My poem comes along with apologies and profound admiration for Dr. Seuss, who would have been 112 today. Do you have a favorite Dr. Seuss book? I have a hard time picking one to call my favorite.
Spring has sprung for sure where I live. How about where you live? Any signs that the ground is waking up? If so, I hope you’ll journey out to enjoy the wide open air.
Here it is Wednesday, the day of the week I usually post something, and yet, I don’t feel much like sitting at my computer. For several days, I’ve been fighting a cold, and yesterday, the cold started fighting back even harder by moving into my lungs, firing up a fever and making everything generally pretty achy. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to take today off.
But I’ll share with you one of my favorite Irish blessings, so very true for me this week, as I’ve found myself grateful for a warm, dry house during days of rain, wind and cold, and also thankful for warm cups of tea:
May you always be blessed
With walls for the wind.
A roof for the rain.
A warm cup of tea by the fire.
Laughter to cheer you.
Those you love near you.
And all that your
Heart might desire.
My heart desires a good night’s sleep and clear lungs. Maybe your heart desires spring to come quickly? There are a few signs in my garden that spring is on its way. Look for pictures in the coming weeks. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a little indoor cheer and a hope that the only fever you have is spring fever:
A paperwhite in bloom brings springtime inside, even in winter.