In spring, nature is like a thrifty housewife…taking up the white carpets and putting down the green ones.” Mary B. Eddy, Miscellaneous Writings, 1896.
ONLY A FEW SHORT WEEKS AGO, we enjoyed a light carpeting of Southern snow as a snowstorm blanketed the North in huge drifts. But…it only lasted two days in Charlotte, until it morphed into water and disappeared.
WHEN IT SNOWS IN THE SOUTH, it only stops in for tea and a brief respite before melting and running away.
SIGNS OF SPRING are emerging here and there in Charlotte as February and March days turn warm, then cool, then windy. Today, it is sunny and 80 degrees.
open winter casings;
beckoning us outside;
at the feeders:
wind in my face;
cover kissing lawns;
gray tree trunks:
at Spring Park Pond.
I’M READY FOR TOMATOES from the garden, flowers blooming in profusion, breezy days on the porch, walks in the sunshine, reading by Spring Park pond, cookouts, and yes… even Spring cleaning.
I AM GRATEFUL to be here, in this place, witnessing the emergence of Spring once again.
“Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.”
Dorothy M Richardson, Pilgrimage: The Trap, 1925.
Sue Marquis Bishop, 2016