We marvel at Stonehenge. The people who built it to celebrate the coming spring. They knew and were thankful that the winter darkness was waning and light and life would start again.
I grew up in Utah. When I was really little and had permission to cross the street, I found a special spot that I visited religiously when the snow started to thaw. I guess I watched it like the ancients watched their stone monolith.
In that spot was a pussy willow bush. When the soft little kitten toes started to sneak out from under the bud, I knew that I could rejoice. Then a few blossoms of the apricot tree would pop open and the green spears of the crocus' and daffodils would push up.
Now I live in Northern California. The winter here is mild and I don't have a pussy willow bush to watch but spring is coming. But, this morning on my walk I saw a daffodil bud with a little tiny bit of yellow peeking out and I am rejoicing.
Thank goodness some things never change.
How come no one has ever planted a pussy willow for you? Hint Hint Dad
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea! A blog. I've always been jealous of the amazingly deep thoughts that you have. I'm glad that some of them are pouring out onto "paper". Make sure these things are saved. It might even be as good as the thoughts I found as a kid that you had written on the bed boards, under the bed, in the back bedroom. Do you think they are still around?
ReplyDeleteWe're going to have to go out and find a pussy willow bush. I know the perfect place to plant it.
ReplyDelete