It was only a few weeks ago snow enveloped every twig and branch, and covered the stiff dormant lawn with a frosty white blanket. Beautiful for a day but depressing after two. I’m solar activated. It takes a strong dose of sunshine to keep my brain functioning and my moods chipper.
Jake, my Golden Retriever, recently took me for a walk. I glanced around, shocked by what I saw – Spring is here. When did it happen? Admittedly, I’ve been preoccupied with work and writing. But the glorious images awaiting me were completely unexpected.
Mountains of colorful Azaleas flowed through gardens like a gurgling brook. Dogwoods, Redbuds and Cherry trees graced the front of Colonial style homes so popular in the Charlotte area. Wisteria vines dripped with lavender clusters. I passed a few discreet individuals who walked with their heads down, absorbed in quiet contemplation. Even they had to but glance to the left or right to catch a pop of color. Bulbs and ground cover have erupted like a giant lava flow, encompassing nooks and overtaking expansive gardens. You can’t possibly miss the Narcissus and Daffodils or velvety hues of pansies literally springing up around your feet and hugging every mailbox post.
My muse has awakened along with the vibrant flora and fauna. I complained before about never having time to write but now I sneak in ten minutes here, twenty minutes there. At the end of the day, I feel somewhat productive again.
For those of you still suffering through the final stages of winter, let me assure you…there’s hope! Persevere. Spring is nearly upon you, too.
I owe a special thanks to Jake (and a doggie cookie) for opening my eyes.