FORSYTHIA'S HEIGHT
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Today I traveled south -- continuously in awe of the evolution passing before my eyes. As I began, the world at large remained bland. Some color had returned to the grassy shoots, but spring's true colors had yet to make themselves known. Then we drove. The fields boasted a deeper sense of color. Bursts of green began to adorn the brush. The windows climbed lower as the temperature rose and the afternoon peaked. Gradually, a new dimension of flora was explored. It began with yellow pops of forsythia capturing the eye of any passerby. Following was a cottage's drive lined with white blossoming trees embracing the hillside. By the hour I approached my destination, signs of life were given by all in celebration of forsythia's height.
"Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come." // Song of Solomon 2:10-12
"And, forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." // Kahlil Gibran
"The colors of spring emerge with the first sweet sounds of song-birds to fill our winter weary souls; bringing hope, new beginnings and inspiration." // Unknown
"For flowers that bloom about our feet,
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet,
For song of bird and hum of bee,
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank thee!" // Ralph Waldo Emerson
"All the flowers of tomorrow are the seeds of today."
"The earth has music for those who listen." // William Shakespeare
"A friend is one who overlooks your broken fence and admires the flowers in your garden."
"Hark! I hear a robin calling!
List, the wind is from the south!
And the orchard-bloom is falling,
Sweet as kisses on the mouth.
"In the dreamy vale of beeches,
Fair and faint is woven mist,
And the river's orient reaches,
Are the palest amethyst.
"Every limpid brook is singing,
Of the lure of April days.
Every piney glen is ringing,
With the maddest roundelays.
Come and let us seek together,
Springtime lure of daffodils.
Giving to the golden weather,
Greeting on the sun-warm hills."
// Lucy Maud Montgomery
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