I swear when I stepped outside this morning the table and chairs were quieting down from some waking up activity. They remember their ancestors, the trees, who sleep through the winter and they follow that tradition. Of course, they no longer have to worry about sap rising or sinking and their roots are long gone, Ah, but their memories keep them in season.
I think all the morning exercises roused the grill and we may have to comfort it by grilling some vegies here soon.
Out in the yard the horseshoes are rattling against the backboard wondering when the picnics are going to start. Nothing better to stir up the earth energies than iron sailing through the air to grab onto the ringing pole.
The Firepit has seen some activity during the winter, but a big blaze and a drumming circle with songs around the the fire gives life and love to this circle. It can't happen soon enough.
(You may have to enlarge this picture to see the buds that were set last fall.)The Dogwood stretches and the sap stirs. Spring will come again. The zero temperature last week and the 60' today get everything pumping and moving. She sings to the earth and the earth and her creatures listens
Here come the Buttercups, Daffidils to some of you. They are rushing to beat the other early risers. We'll soon see who wins.
The Wild Onions are flaunting their growth and joining nature in rejoicing and praise to the fullfillment of God's promise of heaven on earth. May all the people say Amen 
4 comments:
Cute! I can't believe you have green shoots of daffodils up already! Ah, I'm green with envy (or the first stirrings of Spring Fever!) :)
Those shoots weren't there last week. I have been looking because I couldn't remember when they start showing. The flowers will be everywhere down in the lowlands soon. They are always two weeks sooner than up here on the mountain.
Barbara, you are really a poet! I'm enjoying your blog.
Kelly
Glad to know that I'm not the only one who understands the Oneness of All of It enough to name things. Our new location is so chock full of Life we sometimes have to fairly burst forth with zeal in order to edge our way onto the scene!
Thanks also for the Hospice poem and comments. Hospice has been tugging at my hem for many years now. This may be the time to volunteer.
You are a poet!
Kaye
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