Wait for it...
As calls to dinner begin this evening Lady Spring will slip in. With a simple tick, or perhaps it will be a tock at 17:24 EDT, she will sigh into her place along great wheel of the year. And just like that, her symphony will begin.
The opening notes consist of erratic percussion work 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 a 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.
It will be a long percussion introduction this year. There's a lot of snow to melt!
My favourite part of the Spring symphony is 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. This morning, amidst the debris of winter, the first signs of this beating heart are visible.
"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.
Mother Earth is stirring.
Just below the horizon her greening has begun.
©2023 April Hoeller
😕 I already miss winter.
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