Not long ago at all we were adrift in seemingly endless snow. Only last week evidence of the white stuff still hung on in shaded places. And then, as if by magic, spring is here. I realize there are still chilly days yet to come and we could have some late season snow, but new life is all around us. I heard a meadowlark trill today, my favorite song bird, and that makes it official.
Even the wooded hills above the meadow are flushed with the barest hint of rose as tender leaves bud out. In my yard and garden the early bulbs are in bloom and tulips, daffodils, hyacinths…are up and growing so fast each day makes a difference, almost like time lapse photography. I’m always a little wary of too much growth too soon for fear a heavy frost will zap those plants lured out before their time. Despite that inner caution, on days like this, I can only rejoice in the glorious warmth and wonder that is spring in the lovely Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.
Eons ago, another life time really, when my oldest daughter, now a young mother herself, was quite small, she chose snowdrops as her thing to plant. Only a dozen bulbs or so came in that order from the bulb company, but we set them out faithfully and wow, how they’ve spread over the years and what delight they bring in the late winter. Snowdrops and snow crocus are the absolute earliest bulbs to bloom for us and so reliable. Yes, even in the snow. But that’s not a requirement. They will bloom without it. The dwarf purple iris that we’ve also had forever are hard on their heels. And if there’s any flower more cheery than violas, I can’t imagine what it is. I love the little pansies best of all. ‘Heartease’ they used to be called and I can see why. They gladden the heart, and they were used in love potions.
“Every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment.” ~Ellis Peters
“The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.” ~Arthur Rubenstein
“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ” ~Mark Twain
“Awake, thou wintry earth –
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!”
~Thomas Blackburn, An Easter Hymn
“The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world!”
“Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.” ~Virgil A. Kraft
“And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant”
“The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun’s kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze.”
“I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature’s rebirth?” ~Edward Giobbi
“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke
“If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.” ~Terri Guillemets
“The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.” ~Bern Williams
“Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair, No miracle so strangely rare. I wonder what will next be there!”
“First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus –
Crocus.” ~Lilja Rogers
In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head. ~Terri Guillemets
*Pics taken in my yard today, except for the daffodils which is one of last years.