Now, don’t get me wrong. I love all the seasons.
The colorful leaves of fall.
The quiet blanketing of winter snow.
It is just that the most recent Fall and Winter seem to be lasting a bit longer than usual. It started in November 2012 when Mom died. Since then, a long-term problem is still unresolved, friends have experienced falls and unexplained pains, and others are undergoing surgery or grieving over the loss of loved ones. Add to that the agony of such senseless acts as the Sandy Hook Shootings and the recent Ex-Policeman Turned Vengeful Sniper in CA. Then the Blizzard of 2013 hit and is still impacting lives on the East Coast.
I am not complaining. I am just tired, weary of the ongoing gloom. The Vernal Equinox is still over a month away. I saw a few hummingbirds the other day, tough hold-outs who did not move on to warmer climes for the winter. And they so lifted my spirits. It was then that I realized I was eager for spring! I think it is the hope of Spring that I am anxious to embrace. As Margaret Elizabeth Sanger says, “Never yet was a spring time when the buds forgot to bloom.”
So I made a decision.
I decided to immerse myself in an early spring by sorting through some of my flower pictures. They come from gardens and road sides and deserts and national parks. But they are all gorgeous in their own ways. And they will tide me over until actual signs of spring start busting forth all around us.
After all, the Vernal Equinox will be here before we know it. In the next few weeks more and more flowers will start to bloom. And I even promise to slow down enough to actually notice the blossoms that brighten the world around me when they do arrive. As Ralph Waldo Emerson laments, “Many go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” I vow not to be one of the “many.”
How about you?
The beauty of flowers, their elegance of shape, the exquisiteness of their colors and patterns are an endless source of delight. . . . David Attenborough
Just living is not enough—one must have sunshine, freedom & a little flower. Hans Christian Andersen
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. Henry David Thoreau
Cover my earth mother four times with many flowers. Zuni Song
Earth laughs in flowers. Ralph Waldo Emerson
If my soul could get away from this so-called prison . . . , my first journeys would be into the inner substance of flowers. John Muir
And I really do just love roses!