When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy? …
“Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.” ― Mary Oliver
When have I ever NOT needed Spring when it was ready to arrive? Winter in Wisconsin, and winter in Oregon, does its job of cold and dark and cloudy to the point that my soul is so ready for the ‘YES!’ of new life that I can barely contain myself. I head outdoors to feel the sunshine on my face and see what transformations are going on with its return. I listen for the return of friends: frogs, blackbirds, cranes. I measure the emergence of daffodils in hours, not days, too exuberant for patience. I can’t imagine whether I deserve Spring or not, but I am certainly grateful that I cannot stop it. Thank you, Sofia, for inviting us to share what Spring means to us with this week’s Challenge.
Ooooooooh, those lavender buds and that lamb….two days out from another blizaard and I cannot wait until real Spring…..
Anticipation may get you through 4th winter 🙂
If no one’s done a “4th winter” challenge, this would be the ideal time for it….
Wonderful poem to accompany your gorgeous photos. Your daffodil is probably the best photo of one I’ve ever seen.
Thank you! I bought some potted bulbs last Sunday and literally watched them shoot up and bloom on my dining table. Hence, I got to take this photo indoors and control the light more specifically.
It has a great composition too!
Your flowers are beautiful but the little lamb stole my heart this week Priscilla. Loved your closing paragraph also
Thanks, Tina! 🙂
I love Mary Oliver and glad you included her words to go with your colorful Spring . Wish I could smell the lilac. I remember,too well, the cool wet winters in Oregon. Spring is always extra there. So bright amidst the dark, and everything you stick in the ground grows. Happy Spring ! Hang in there… it’s coming.
It’s here! Astronomically, at least. And growth is everywhere. Saw the first trillium yesterday, petals still furled. Wild delphinium and bleeding heart are leafing out everywhere…blooms will be just around the corner.
Oh, yeah! I love and miss the trillium.
Lovely post, Priscilla, as usual beautiful thoughts and images. Love that little lamb and all the flowers. You get me longing!
We got an actual thunderstorm today…that sure felt like Spring!