“And the 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 (English poet, 1792-1822)
It’s finally here. My second favorite season. Spring.
I fling wide open the door and grass so green it personifies the Crayola crayon that bears its name greets me. Happy sunshine-faced yellow dandelions (I know, they’re weeds, but to me they are a welcome sign of spring) profusely dot our 2.25 acre yard.
It’s spring! Perennials push their way up to the surface preparing to explode into colorful blooms. I step outside and breathe in deeply the welcoming aroma of freshly cut grass and clean, pure spring breezes. Before I know it, the tantalizing scent of blossoming peonies will permeate the air as well.
It’s spring! And I suddenly emerge from my self-induced cocoon of winter hibernation with a burst of energy like a newborn foal. Okay, maybe I’m not as limber and frisky as one, but I do experience a surge of get-up-and-go.
I believe when the Almighty created this world He knew we would need a season of rest and dormancy like winter and following it, a season of vitality and a fresh new start to life once more. And I’m so grateful for it.
Last weekend, my spring really kicked into high gear. Even though the temperature was still a mite chilly, armed with a kneeling pad, trowels, shovel, and rake, I eagerly donned a sweatshirt and some gardening gloves and jaunted outside to attack some chores that desperately needed attention.
It turned out to be perfect weather for digging up the overgrown perennial flower bed, thinning out some plants, clipping away the old and hauling it to the compost pile in order to welcome in the new.
The sun warmed my back as our daughter and Little One, our granddaughter, ventured out to help me accomplish my goal.
Spring! Little One can’t wait to play outside every day. And spring is ever joyful when sharing it with Little One.
Even though there is much on the outside to-do list and projects galore around the empty nest, as the days grow longer and the sunshine becomes more abundant, there’s plenty of time to channel my new-found energy into play time with her too.
To watch bubbles soar and float through the air as she blows them. To cheer her on as she races her ride-on toys up and down the sidewalk. To watch her let sand sift through her tiny fingers in the sandbox.
To listen to her squeal of delight over touching an earthworm Nana just found in the dirt. To help her pick the tiny wild violets, known to us as johnny-jump-ups, springing up amidst the blades of grass.
Each moment creates a fresh, new experience to remember and that bubbles over in my heart. Just like spring.
“I am so fresh in soul and spirit that life gushes and bubbles around me in a thousand springs.” ~ Robert Schumann
Fresh. That’s what I think when I smell the air outside my country home. Fresh with a tinge of spring. Whether it’s the rain that washes away all the dirty, grungy leftovers of a snowy winter or the sunshine that peeks its way through the clouds overhead, the air smells fresh.
But that’s not the only thought that crosses my mind when I think about something fresh. And I have been thinking this week about the weekly photo challenge theme – fresh – in between blowing my nose and medicating a sore throat…who gets a cold at the onset of spring?
Even with slightly congested sinuses I can smell the essence of fresh. And I savor that fragrance each time I can nestle and cuddle and rock my newborn grandchild.
Freshness envelopes a house when there is a new baby in its midst. It’s in the scent of that downy little head. It’s in the odor of her sweet milky breath just after her mama nurses her. And it’s in her soft kissable fingers and toes.
And the laundry. Those tiny sleepers and booties and blankets and bath towels. They all exude the smell of fresh. The whiff of Dreft baby detergent perfumes each bit of cloth that swaddles that adorable little baby girl. It’s an aroma I had almost forgotten but now cherish once again.
Welcoming a grandchild is like gathering a bouquet of freshness. And I love it but more than that, my heart swells with fresh, new love for her and thankfulness for the blessing our adorable Emma Grace is to our family.
“I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.” ~ Charles Dickens