Tuesday, April 21, 2020

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.

Sometimes we (Beau and I) thought winter would never end. Now, we can hardly believe our good fortune. Every sunbeam and every tiny bloom is a gift.

5 comments:

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

oh yes
so many gifts
may we always be grateful

Barbara Rogers said...

Beautiful...and I'm so grateful for springtime this year especially.

Rain Trueax said...

Beautiful

Mystic Meandering said...

Beautiful affect on that top picture...
I try to sit in the sun every morning
that it is out and gather up its warmth
and light... It is a gift indeed...

Guy said...

This is a stunning photo.
Be well, be safe.

Guy