Beautiful tree moss.
Beautiful tree moss.
Dazzling brilliant sunlight
on a fine, crisp spring day.
Brings a hint of warmth.
Breath of earth to carry winter away.
As the snow occasionally drifts
past the budded trees
to land lazily on the grass of brilliant green.
The trees are starting
from the winter slumber.
I, too, am shaking off the
snow to embrace this chance
Buds, blooms, birds, animals, me.
All saying a hearty goodbye to winter,
and a heartfelt, jubilant Hello to spring.
Faces to the sky.
Soaking up the sunshine.
Watching the grass grow greener.
It’s a lovely life!
Abundant spring blessings to you!
Love, 💕 Carrie
Spring always brings hope and renewal.
The anticipation of the new. Fresh flowers.
New dreams. Realizations that everything has a season.
A reason to end, to begin, to be completed, and renewed.
With anticipation brings joy and abundant thoughts. Blessings.
Then the snow blows. Past the freshly budded trees.
Questions arise. We ask and seek. Answers will come.
Some fast. Some slow. Always right when we needed it to be so.
Anticipation is renewed again. Upon the dream and wings of things.
It falters some. Stumbles a bit. Gets up and tries again.
Because it never really ends completely, and when it does
we were done with it anyway.
Spring is blooming in the house. Nature is so wonderful in it’s mix of colors, textures, and shapes.
This tulip looks like a heart, which reminds me of the hearts that kept popping up last year in 2020. Anyone remember those?
If you do not remember, are new to the blog, or just want to revisit those posts, pictures, and possibly poems.
Here they are:
Today also marks the midway point from winter to spring, which means two things, depending on how one views it. Winter us halfway over, or spring is almost here. Either way, let’s celebrate because… well, why not. 🙃
Plus a bonus…heart in the sky. ❤🙂
Even those grey days have heart. 😉
Love and blessings lovely readers, 💕 Carrie
We never intended to be friends.
I was fascinated by your nest, your eggs, your young.
You chirped you disapproval from an acceptable distance.
Until the day you had no more.
You would dive bomb my head.
It started at three feet from your nest and moved up.
I think by the end of summer I could not go into the side yard
Without a quick warning chirp and dive threats.
I apologized profusely.
The next year I pretended not to notice your nest.
Nodding ‘hi’ as I passed you on a branch.
Now, how many years has it been?
You follow me in the yard. I have no clue where your nest is,
but a family of doves moved in this year.
A mouse used your nest from last year to build an impressive tower
which we keep trying to convince ourselves it is not a mouse nest.
Some exotic bird, I suppose.
We watch and hope the cat checks in. As we like to let things live.
You, Mama robin, watch, too.
All the green glorious
fill us up
pristine green grasses
and flowery surprises.
Bows and hats.
Pulled and tugged
to see it all
in one place
as we hold still.
Waiting in all this pristine green.
Golden rays of opportunity. Speckled dust motes of glittering, shimmering clouds
float through the sun rays. Showing the air that tickles our noses. Reminding one
we should dust, but the sun beacons us outside. Sighs emerge in the fragrant air.
Hair tickles the noses when the breeze passes by. We enjoy this simple life.
We find pleasure and abundance in our world. As spring unfolds, so do we.
Uncurling from winters grey days, into the sun, blue skies, warmer rays of light. It
meshes with the vibrant breeze, fragrant blooms, bird song. Our hearts reach to the heavens in joy. We
are born again this day. Everyday. Every moment. Brand new, unless we choose to stay the same.
How can the stale winter keep us from expanding in the beautiful spring? It cannot. It will not.
Because we will not let it. Bye staleness, we are emerging into the light today. Choosing to breath in
fragrant air to fill our beings. The rays of the sun to wash us. The new to unfold, as it may.
Pollinators flying by.
One lands on my sleave.
Covered in yellow golden dust.
Fairy dust to sprinkle
life on all it touches.
A reminder to be open
to the magic that exists everywhere.