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Good morning! Our angel of dawn has handed us the first day of spring today. Beautiful word. Synonymous with hope, beauty, freshness, clarity. Stillness. A rare word associated with spring, but another gift for this morning. As Winnie the Pooh asks, “The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?” – I also wonder where they are this morning. So still and quiet outside my window. Seems a perfect morning to practice their out-of-tune voices...maybe they’re gone for a spring meeting to learn new harmonies! I have found some beautiful poems and quotes on the beauty and gift of spring. How thankful I am to be handed this gift again this year..the hope of the buds under our soil...waiting to show their beauty so soon to us...patience...the gift from our creator is almost ready to make another appearance. And, then, oh, how our birds will sing their new songs!!! Very Early Spring by Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923) The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up into the sky-- So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold. Now the sun walks in the forest, He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers; They shiver, and wake from slumber. Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls. Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears.... A wind dances over the fields. Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter, Yet the little blue lakes tremble And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver. Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. Rainer Maria Rilke The snow has not yet left the earth, but spring is already asking to enter your heart. If you have ever recovered from a serious illness, you will be familiar with the blessed state when you are in a delicious state of anticipation, and are liable to smile without any obvious reason. Evidently that is what nature is experiencing just now. The ground is cold, mud and snow squelches under foot, but how cheerful, gentle and inviting everything is! The air is so clear and transparent that if you were to climb to the top of the pigeon loft or the bell tower, you feel you might actually see the whole universe from end to end. The sun is shining brightly, and its playful, beaming rays are bathing in the puddles along with the sparrows. The river is swelling and darkening; it has already woken up and very soon will begin to roar. The trees are bare, but they are already living and breathing. Anton Chekhov, The Exclamation Mark “Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”... “It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...” Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! Mark Twain After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. Willa Cather, My Antonia It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. Proverb The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also. Harriet Ann Jacobs “A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My sap will never stir for sun or rain. The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow, I neither care to wax nor care to wane. The Ocean said: I thirst from long ago, Because earths rivers cannot fill the main. — When Springtime came, red Robin built a nest, And trilled a lovers song in sheer delight. Grey hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core. The dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest, Dimpled his blue, yet thirsted evermore.” Christina Rosetti 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, Jane Eyre Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves. Gene Stratton-Porter, The Song of the Cardinal Have a beautiful spring! Thank you for letting me enter your Thursday again. Hope. Refreshment. Forgiveness. Beautiful word. Spring. New goals. New thoughts. New stories to add to our books. New movements to add to our songs. Regardless of which movements we have already composed, a time to compose new lines. Beauty. The gift from our angel of dawn today. Tonight we get to write again on our epitaph the words describing the moments we will live today. Will we have words worthy of inscription in stone. Will we show thankfulness for the gift of today? Will we look into the eyes of those we meet? Will we smile at a child? Will we give ourselves a few moments of reflection. Of time to set goals. A time to become better than we were yesterday? Today. Our beautiful gift. Thank you for letting me enter your world. For letting me write for you. For letting me have our beautiful store. Susan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Latin for this week: ver, veris – spring, the production of spring ver appetit – spring is approaching suavitas verni tempporis – the charms of spring
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 14:38:45 +0000

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