Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Spring's Transformation
Birds are singing outside my window. Its not the soulful screech of the blue jays who nested in my pine trees all winter. Today I hear the sweet tweets of robins and possibly a cardinal, who the robins probably outed as easily as they did the blue jays.
My surroundings have been transformed with song, sunlight, and living green. I see the flocks of birds and I know that change is here. After weeks, months, of feeling trapped by freezing weather and ankle deep snow, I know that there is something new and wonderful happening.
It happens every year, and yet, while in winter's icy grip I have trouble believing it. I have trouble believing that it will arrive before I am lost to the bitter cold.
Last week, just two days after our first rain, there were large patches of open grass. In my little garden I saw crocus blossoms hanging their gentle glory, slowly gaining the strength to rise up and glisten in the glowing warmth of the spring sun.
Change is our only constant, and things will change for the better, at least briefly, before they cycle back into the cold. The cold that was a necessary--although painful--part of the process of growing, changing, becoming.
Where ever you are, I hope you can glory in spring's tranformation.
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