They are calling for snow tomorrow, but I am hard pressed to believe them as delicate crocuses and snowdrops beneath the aged maples are desperately bursting forth with the colours of early spring. Robins mark their territory by singing their beautiful lyrical tunes and I feel a stirring deep within me. It is the bursting of life all around. Gently, I run my hands down the vine of my honeysuckle and feel the beginning of its blossoms forming. I softly tilt my head towards it and breathe deep willing the little buds to tantalize my senses with their fragrant scent. I resign myself to the fact that several more months of patience will provide me with the perfumed benefits of my abundant foliage. My heart pitters and patters quickly as I know in a few short weeks, I will be deep into the beautiful grace of the season of spring.
The crispness of the air, the blueness of the sky haunts me with childhood memories I just can’t seen to grasp. Cloudy images dance before my mind and I feel melancholy but am not quite sure why.
Old 80's tunes break out on the radio and I see myself in my youth full of wonderment and anticipation on what the years will bring.
She does this to me, spring that is. She washes me with a sense of happiness followed by a deep unfulfilled longing and a small heartache. Every year as far as I can remember, my soul yearns. I am never quite sure of what I am searching for, but I feel that I have lost something precious. Perhaps it is just the simplicity of innocence.
My eyes flick towards the vast sky drenched in my favourite colour of cerulean blue and it beckons me, and for a brief moment, I shelve my thoughts as I stand outside with my face upturned to the warmth of the sun with my feet strongly planted into the earth. I am connecting. I am growing. And I am waiting. For her that is... for the lovely joy of Spring.
Until Next Time.
Smooches
The crispness of the air, the blueness of the sky haunts me with childhood memories I just can’t seen to grasp. Cloudy images dance before my mind and I feel melancholy but am not quite sure why.
Old 80's tunes break out on the radio and I see myself in my youth full of wonderment and anticipation on what the years will bring.
She does this to me, spring that is. She washes me with a sense of happiness followed by a deep unfulfilled longing and a small heartache. Every year as far as I can remember, my soul yearns. I am never quite sure of what I am searching for, but I feel that I have lost something precious. Perhaps it is just the simplicity of innocence.
My eyes flick towards the vast sky drenched in my favourite colour of cerulean blue and it beckons me, and for a brief moment, I shelve my thoughts as I stand outside with my face upturned to the warmth of the sun with my feet strongly planted into the earth. I am connecting. I am growing. And I am waiting. For her that is... for the lovely joy of Spring.
Until Next Time.
Smooches
I think I have to go outside today and try to cover the tender shoots coming up. I just planted bulbs last fall and don't want them frozen!
ReplyDeleteSuper cool. Winter is the season that makes me feel this way. The memories I can't quite grasp and the feeling of longing for something, but I don't know what. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteThat was such a gorgeous post!! You are such a gifted writer, truly!! My soul yearns too, last Friday it was 70 degrees and I felt that need and desire for Spring and all her glory and then last night we got 4-5 inches of snow and ice! But it will be here soon, oh it will!!!
ReplyDeleteThe same thing happens to me with fall. I love the smell of fall, the colors, and the crisp feel of the air.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if it is because spring here is so short, same as summer and fall and winter seem to last forever but some of my best memories are from fall.
Happy spring is coming for you, and thanks for hosting the blog battle. It was fun to do and see the comments.
I feel the SAME way with Spring. I was so excited for the warm sunny weather last week, and now it's cold and rainy again. Disappointing to say the least.
ReplyDeleteHopefully the spring weather isn't gone for long!
Don't get down, Spring is not too far off in the distance. You can almost smell it in fact.
ReplyDeleteMother Nature can be such a tease. It was really lovely here for like two days, and now we have 4 inches of snow. But it does promise that beautiful days are yet to come =)
ReplyDeleteWe are all waiting expectantly for the warmth and glory of spring!
ReplyDeleteI yearn for spring as much as a dying man yearns for water, as a senior citizen yearns for the dewy freshness of youth, as a new mother yearns to cradle her baby in the warmth of her bosom, as a student yearns for the secret of life from his master, as a teenager awaits the new Call of Duty....you get the picture.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, at least you only have a robin marking his territory. I have the damn dog next door marking HIS.
Spring brings about new beginnings and hope of good things to come. Everything is alive, and pulsing with energy.
ReplyDeleteAnd then came the freezing rain and 5 inches of snow...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post, celebrating what is just around the corner.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to go hug a tree. :)
I really liked this post. I feel the same way about summer, and I feel that sense of loss every time summer ends. Summer makes me think of when I was little, of times long gone that will never come again. So I get your post and I thought it was written beautifully. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely words.... xxoo
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful photo.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written, Tracy. It really isn't that far away. Thanks for the reminder and anticipation.
ReplyDeletexoRobyn
I too, impatiently this year, wait for spring. It comes early here, and the bluebirds and carolina wrens are already setting up housekeeping on this cold cold day. Lovely post.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice post! I love Spring! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for painting such a beautiful picture with your words. It made me long all the more for the warmer days ahead.
ReplyDeleteWe get such a short Spring and Summer here that I feel the loss of it all winter long. I know we have a bit to go before it hits this neck of the woods, but I can barely wait.
I think Mother Nature made Spring a forerunner to Summer for good reason. It gives us the break we need from a long cold winter and prepares us for the hot sun and the blindingly blue skies that are on their way.
Ahhhhh.....
You are such a beautiful writer. This is just stunning
ReplyDeleteI can see spring through your words...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI am Yearning for spring also. But alas, (I am so poetic) she is far from showing herself in my neck of the woods for awhile. It is still minus 10 degrees today with a stiff wind. cold wind.
ReplyDeleteFirst we will get LOTS of mud.
Then spring will show her pretty little face
Nicely written. I know the feeling...
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