I just finished my yearly ritual of hiding eggs. It's bitterly cold out there, and not one sprig of green on our farm, even though the forsythia we forced is blooming away in our kitchen.
Last week, returning from my Praxis Exam, while sitting in my car finishing a phone conversation with an old friend, I watched a bluebird, a robin, a blue jay, and numerous wrens all feeding on insects right in front of me. It was a breathtaking moment of spring.
This morning, I watched some birds building a nest in the tree hole ten feet away from my bedroom window. When I wake up, I gaze straight into that hole; I have seen owls visiting, raccoons raiding, squirrels storing, and many birds nesting.
We don't often have Oestara and Easter on the same weekend, so I wanted to wish all of you, no matter what you worship or don't, a blessed spring (blessed= happiness and good fortune). I love this time of year, as the earth wakes up from her long hard freeze. Even though my sea of mud is frozen solid this morning, the sun streaming into my office is warm, and the air is alive with bird calls that we don't hear all winter. It was good to be alive this morning, even in the freezing cold.
“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
