I love spring. It’s a chance for new beginnings. Psalm 51:8 says it best: “Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.” I don’t do spring cleaning, but I do seek renewal, refreshing, and revitalizing.
My book, Bless You Bouquets, includes this walk through springtime. Can you picture it?
“The springtime orchards beckon our visit. The pastel cherry, apple, peach, and pear blossoms exude intoxicating fragrances. Meanwhile, on the tropical side of our imaginary garden, citrus limes, lemons, and oranges invite bees to enjoy their netar, foretelling the awesome future fruit.
At your feet a profusion of grass flowers cushion your every step. Sweet clover and soft moss carpet the very ground you tread with low growing plants. Occasionally, this spring day, a trillium, dogtooth violet, or Dutchman’s breeches plant emerges. They’re rather shy in sprintime, rarely prominent. They magically merely appear and then they’re gone, stealing away so the more exuberant daffodils, hyacinths, tulips, and irises can wave their more expected beauty to waft in soft spring’s zephyrs. Then the coral bells and lily of the valley appear, with dainty, saucy columbine, nodding their perfet blooms on slender stalks. Their bells softly tinkle in imagined dulcet tones.
Behind these are the blooming bushes. Forsythia, pussy willows, lilacs, snowballs, and azaleas shelter baby birds in their nests. The peeps of robins and cardinals tell us all is right with the owrld as their busy parents dart in and out of flower-laden branches providing succulent sustenance to their progeny. Oh, that we had such richly decorated nurseries for our children.”
Can’t you just picture it? The intoxicating smells, the ooze of muddy, soft ground, the tiny buds bursting forth, the beautiful spring green that paint manufacturers just can’t match!
One of my favorite poems is e.e. cummings “In Just- spring”. In case you haven’t memorized it, as I have, or read it lately, just catch the exuberance of kids running and playing. The reference of Pan, the goat-footed balloonman, takes us back to ancient mythology, when he ran through the woods, creating spring mischief.
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