As I sit down to write this post it is a warm 11°C (52°F), outside my door. Puddles decorate a driveway already squishy with the longed-for annual thaw.
And the sap is running in the maple trees.
At the local shops in town, bright containers of tulips, daffodils, and hyacinths decorate the entrances. An invitation to buy that I could not resist.
The labour to birth Spring has begun. The heartbeat of this awakening can hardly be heard but it is there, a throbbing that rises and falls, rolls and flows beneath a still winter-wrapped countryside, a season aching for emergence.
Mother Earth is stirring.
Just below the horizon, her greening has begun.
"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
Tis a grand day!
Take a deep breath.
Smile.
©2020 April Hoeller
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