Surrender 62: The Siren Call of Spring

Stepping outside today, into brilliant sunshine and temperatures in the 60’s, I happened to glance down at the small flower beds on either side of the front deck steps. To my delight, the Stella de Oro Daylilies are pushing up noticeably through the mulch. 

 

I slowly walked to the car, face tilted toward the blue sky, smiling. I had started the car, and was preparing to drive away, when I decided to surrender to the desire to walk around the yard. Spring appears to be arriving early this year. I chose to take a few moments to look for evidence of her appearance. 
  
I found the first of the Spring Beauties, tucked among the roots of the maple tree. These delicate pink and white wild flowers are a sure sign that spring is approaching. 

 

My neighbors’ forsythia bush is bursting with yellow blossoms. When did that happen? I walk across my front yard every day. I’m not paying enough attention to my surroundings  when I can walk by such a bold announcement of spring without noticing. I appreciated this gentle reminder to really look at what’s around me. 
  
I looked in earnest now. Herbs and perennials are waking up in the backyard garden, creating tiny pockets of green. Ornamental grasses are sending up slender stalks. The lilac bush is covered in tight, light green buds. And the hydrangea bush has its first bright green leaves unfurling.

  
Looking skyward, I saw that my trees and my neighbors’ trees are budding as well. Everywhere I looked, amid the lingering browns and grays of winter, life was stirring. Spring is indeed peeping out, almost shyly, making her presence known. 

I got back into the car, driving thoughtfully, observing the trees and yards, and noting the signs of spring. Although it has been a very mild winter, my heart rejoices over the return of leaves and song birds, green grasses and colorful flowers. This is my favorite time of year. With the return of warmth and life, comes hope. And hope fuels my dreams. I’m so grateful spring beckoned to me today. I’m even more grateful that I took the time to respond. 

  

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