Posts Tagged ‘daffodils’

He is risen. He is risen indeed. Hallelujah! A happy, blessed Easter.

for One Word Sunday: six and Squares: bright

For many weeks, I’ve been doing a morning walk with Jo, but she’s taking a break and we’re getting ready to move, so we’re not having an official walk. Our city has a shelter-in-place order, but we’re still allowed to walk outside, but I don’t have time right now AND we’re getting the last snow we’re likely to see for a long time, considering we’re moving from the Midwest to Arizona. 🙂

But a few days ago I was at church, delivering some donations and I spotted these harbingers of spring. In our yard, the daffodils and tulips are up, but not flowering yet, so I especially rejoiced in these. I was hoping to get one last walk in the park, but it’s not to be. So enjoy these!!!


Somewhere in my childhood, I learned the little rhyme:
We’re all in our places with bright shiny faces.

I had to finagle a bit to get six words for Six-Word Saturday, but the “finally” is heartfelt! I’ve been waiting a long time for the beauties to bloom and then there they were in all their bright, cheerful glory.  Ahh, the joy of spring!

Can a heart have thoughts?  It must, because with the snow melting, the weather warming, the sun out, my fancies turn not to love (I’m blessed to already have that), but to spring.  To that warmth that isn’t really warm except by contrast.  To the brave bits of bright colors peeping out from under all those neutrals.  To the life lurking under all that mud.  To the sounds of birds and dripping water.  To the rebirth of life.

This is what my heart sees.

© janet m. webb

© janet m. webb 2016

Spring has come, the grass has riz, I wonder where the flowers is.  ~Unknown

Spring arrived today.

I know.  Spring isn’t official until March 20th and there might be getting measurable snow tomorrow night and Wednesday.  Temperatures are going to dip into the 20’s on Wednesday, too, before popping back up to the 50’s on Friday.  But spring blew in today.

The sun shone brightly this morning during the entire time that I cleaned, straightened, put away, recycled, organized tax information, baked biscotti, decluttered the basement and worked my way through all the other chores on my to-do list.  The warmth steadily ate away at the snow still mounded from an unusually prolific winter.  Sidewalks and streets ran with snow melt, the sounds of drips came from roofs.  Matted leaves, those leaves that always end up my yard from somewhere else, no matter how well I rake, were exposed as their snow covering retreated.  As tempting as it is to try to move them, I know it’s still too wet.  The grass, mostly shaggy brown, hides tender shoots of green.  I haven’t spotted any plants sprouting yet, but I know they’re down there, biding their time until whatever temperature is set internally  is reached and the energy that causes growth is released.

As the sun streamed through windows waiting for a spring cleaning wash, I took the step that let me know irrevocably spring has arrived.

I opened the door to the deck.

The air that flowed in wasn’t winter’s cold, heavy air, charging in, taking over the house at the speed of a Marine invasion, but the soft, dancing spring air, cool but with just enough warmth to cajole me into leaving the door open.  Not enough coolness to cause the heater to kick in, but just enough to start my blood dancing with the crazy joy of spring.  Even though cold and possible snow are in the forecast, that blood has started the dance that isn’t going to stop until the daffodils are up, the grass shows more green than brown, the leaves have been packed away into garbage bags and the winter coats are cleaned and in the closet until next year.

Spring arrived today.  O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!  I chortled in my joy.  (With apologies to Lewis Carroll.)

Daffodils emerge
Lifting buttery faces
Towards celestial twin


Yellow flower spears
Bravely ignoring weather
Rend the foggy air