Changing Seasons

It has been too long since I made a list of things for which I feel grateful.  It isn't hard to do this time of year.  I love the fickle days of early spring.  Sunshine and eager blossoms one day, gusty gales that chill to the bone the next.  The perfect season for a heart that is never quite ready to let go while simultaneously looking ahead tingling with anticipation.  

For sunshine and blossoms, and wind that causes the branches high in the tall old oak trees out front to sway.  For first buds and hints of green replacing brown.  Clouds that float across the pale blue sky. For rain and the smell of the earth waking up. The first morning the sweet chirping of birds registers on my mind.  For all the hallmarks of an early spring day,  I am deeply thankful.

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Wisdom of the Jonquils

Yesterday was the first day the jonquils were in bloom.  I stood in the sunroom drinking a cup of hot tea admiring their fragile beauty.  Their sunny yellow blooms looked so delicate.
Overnight we experienced the gambit of weather.  I was awakened by a hail storm that rattled the windows along with my nerves.  Hail gave way to rain and I drifted back to sleep.  This morning we awoke to snow cover.
Looking out the window at the white lawn my mind traveled to the jonquils out back and I feared the worst.  I threw on some clothes and headed to the sunroom preparing myself to find them battered and destroyed. How could those delicate blooms survive the storm I wondered.  And there was my answer.  How could they survive the storm?  With heads bowed.

Written in 2012.  Shared again to celebrate the arrival of spring.