Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Reaching for the Light

Wood squill (Scilla siberica)
One day, there are snowdrifts in the yard at least three feet deep. The next day, the snow has disappeared into the good dark earth, and tiny flowers are springing up everywhere, reaching for the light over their fragile heads.

Grasses thrust themselves out of puddles in the park, and a few ducks paddle up and down the little stream among the trees. Everywhere, there is birdsong, every feathered singer in the overstory declaring its delight in the season.

It has been a long cold winter, and we thought it would never end. Now, we can hardly believe our good fortune. Every sunbeam and every tiny bloom is a gift.

1 comment:

Mystic Meandering said...

Incredible photos! That first one reminds me of something out of fairy tale... Magical. Life rises out of everything!