Signs of Spring
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
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Everything is Blooming
The Four posted their latest collaborative piece yesterday. As inspiration for their individual photo contributions, they featured this quote by Rainer Maria Rilke: Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. As I watched the bees flit from branch to branch at the tip top of the vine maple outside my second-floor window and caught sight of swallows playing chase in my garden and back to the pond, I remembered thinking yesterday that my side yard looked like a riot of color had erupted all of a sudden. But these rioters don't announce their presence with bullhorns. They don't shriek or even warble into the heart of the night. Instead, they merely whisper: "Spring is here. And I am evidence."
The Promise of Spring
This morning around seven Latté and I strolled outside so she could do what dogs need to do after dreaming all night. The sky had a layer of wispy clouds sheer enough to suggest that the sky was going to be seriously blue soon. The birds were chirping up a storm. Raindrops were still hanging onto the branches of the coral bark maple, just to remind me how much raindrops can look like diamond globes. And it smelled earthy and fertile. Full of potential. The day lilies are beginning announce their whereabouts with clumps of tender leaves that look like giant blades of grass. The jonquils are sending up sentinels of green-ness that will soon provide a backdrop for blossoms in whites and yellows and pinks and peaches and oranges, blossoms with such sweet faces that they always cheer me. The camellias and azaleas aren't even close to popping and dazzling everyone with their colorful displays but they've begun to tease us with swelling buds, saying, "It's not quite...
