Monday, April 25, 2022

Ala Reid

Spring

Spring is really here!

Never mind the frigid wind. We can see the blue skies, the yellow masses of forsythia and the nodding, bouncing daffodils. That’s all we need to be sure it is really here. The maples have bloomed and their masses of tiny, red flowers lie on the ground while the pinky-red covering of the blueberry’s flowers glow in the sun. The grass is green and the mud, ah the mud, is a luscious, gooey brown.

Spring, Easter, new life, and the resurrection are the hope we need after a long winter. We are so ready for hope, healing, and rebirth. Just in time, spring comes around again.

We breath in the fresh air and rejoice in leaves unfurling in every shade of green. We tiptoe out into the garden and check to see which plants have survived and which have not. We see chores left undone and new opportunities. We rake, get out the grill, make lists, buy fertilizer, and try to remember to knock the mud off our boots at the door. We have dreams of lush plants and flowers everywhere. We welcome our migratory birds and forget all about unwanted critters, mosquitos, plant diseases and New England weather.

It’s spring and spring gives us a new hope and a fresh start. We are reborn with the new season. Anything is possible.

As Rachel Carson put it,

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth will find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeating refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night and spring after winter.”