April hath put a spirit of
youth in everything.
Here in the Pacific NW the Cherry Blossoms are pregnant with promise; so pregnant (at nearly 10 suntimeters) that one can almost hear their labored groaning in the birthing of their blooms. In the adjacent ward are Rhododendrons, Azaleas, Lilacs and such. All of them, and many more besides are represented in my backyard ~ a daily reminder, if not proof positive that life follows death.
In the valley nearby, tulips, daffodils, hyacinths & primroses have come alive, ready to grace beds, baskets & pots. Gawking is free.
Spring here doesn't necessarily herald the arrival of sunshine or warm days, but it certainly does herald the end of a long, dark, oft-grey Winter. Unlike other regions of the country, Spring doesn't burst forth in these parts. It slowly meanders. It leaves me tempted to put away my socks & heavy coats; to drag out my summer attire & set out the chaise lounges. But ... I've lived here long enough to know NOT to fall prey to that particular notion. Truly warm weather isn't due for many weeks yet. Some say there's no such thing here.
If we had no winter, the spring
would not be so pleasant;
if we did not sometimes taste
of adversity, prosperity would not
be so welcome.
This morning, while out conducting my early morning ritual of walking I couldn't help but notice the brilliance of the the Purple Heather. Talk about glorious! It's at its most spectacular best right now. For a brief moment I was again walking the moors of Northern Scotland, where just last Fall I fell in love with moss and heather. Have I mentioned that Scotland has a way of making a bog a resort destination?
And then there's the birdsong. For several days now, the tweets (the REAL deal, not that stuff one gathers via Twitter) are melodic. The Robins have returned, as have numerous other bird varieties - Flickers & Crossbills, Sparrows & Grosbeaks. There's a virtual confab at the bird feeders!
Today, as with so many bygone days, I am amazed at the power of Spring. New beginnings. Tender shoots. Lovely blooms. Lush life. Scented breezes. Busy creatures.
I do believe this classroom called Spring is my favorite. I needn't try very hard or look too far to find evidence of God's sovereignty, beauty & amazing grace.
Neither man nor chance thought up all this syncopated beauty.
But ask the animals, and they will teach you,
or the birds of the air, and they will tell you;
or speak to the earth, and it will teach you,
or let the fish of the sea inform you.
Which of all these does not know that the
hand of the LORD has done this?
~ Job 12:7-9