There is beauty everywhere you look. How can our hearts not be filled with joy and gratitude? Birds are singing in the trees. Robins flit across the yard in search of worms. The grass is greening. The ground gets warmer each day. Buds are opening ~ adding brightness to our flower beds, adding color to the roadways, and outlining homes, businesses and churches. Tulips are dancing, daffodils are swaying, crocuses are smiling, the gentle smell of lavender is in the air, the yellow of forsythia screams "look at me", and hyacinths give us a quick look at their beauty and fade too soon.
The trees are glorious! The tulip tree with her large gorgeous pink blooms, the redbuds, the cherry blossoms, the crabapples, dogwoods, and magnolias. It looks like God dropped a box of crayons and they are melting all over the earth. What a gift ~ Spring flowers on the ground and in the trees! A welcome sign for warmer days and nights to come. Gone are the cold days of winter, the hats, the scarves, the boots, the shovels, the scrapers, the salt, and the gloom. Soon, our tea will be more appealing with ice cubes rather than steam. Sandals and lighter attire are now the things we reach for.
I took these photos all through this week. It isn't possible to capture the total essence of beauty that surrounds us. I just know each time I step outside my door, I am filled with happiness to see the beauty.
2 comments:
Love your shots, especially the quince....xox
a poem for you:
Written in March
by William Wordsworth
The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
"Written in March" by William Wordsworth. Public Domain.
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