It’s that time of year, yo. Twenty-seven days until graduation!
I know that once flowers fade we’re not supposed to find them beautiful, but I must admit I found my first peonies of the spring beautiful, even as they were withering away. There’s so much life around us in the spring and summertime. But even as the living transitions into decay, there’s still something wonderful about that movement.
Thursday, I went to my mailbox and took a deep, springtime breath of fresh air. It smelled so good and I wondered what it was? Pear tree? Flowers? Two hours later my throat felt like it was made of broken glass. Swallowing was painful and I knew I was in the clutches of an allergy attack. This attack has throttled and beaten me down the past few days. I’ve been ingesting vitamins and herbs in a desperate attempt to unclog my head and lungs as fast as possible. Nutriferon, alfalfa, licorice, echinacea– you name it, I’m trying it. Today, I left my home to go into town– a brave venture that I was sure was going to lead to heavy sweating and fever-breaking. As soon as I opened my door I saw the signs of spring, the lovely signs. I’m excited to see more and more flowers along my congestion-free path in the months ahead. These pansies were a lovely start.
It’s April 1st and four peony plants are already coming up through the ground. I can’t remember a time when they were so tall so early– even for early season peonies.
I’m grateful this Monday for the spring sounds of birds chirping; for the sight of buds filling tree branches; for the gorgeous smell of green and reborn nature.
Thank goodness it’s spring.