Almost a full hour before the sun cast rays of light above the horizon, Lady Spring made her entrance. With a simple tick, or perhaps it was a tock, she sighed into her place along great wheel of the year. And just like that, her symphony began.
At first, only some erratic percussion work is heard as snow melt sends water droplets into the eaves troughs. Then a steady trickle builds along the roof line moving toward the entry of the downspouts with their distinctive gurgle and rattle. Soon this glorious water music is accompanied by an avian chorus, filling the air with tweets, chirps and trills as winged creatures great and small swoop and swirl in the warm sun.
As glorious as this overture is, my favourite part is Spring's unheard heartbeat that pulsates underneath it all - a throbbing, that rises and falls, rolls and flows beneath the still winter wrapped ground, aching for emergence.
Mother Earth is stirring.
Just below the horizon her greening has begun.
I revel in the squishy ground underfoot and the ankle deep mud that is my springtime driveway. With measured pace I step in every puddle and giggle as water splashes over my shoes. I've got a soaker!
Tis a grand day!
Take a deep breath.
"Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps." — Charlotte Bronte
©2017 April Hoeller