Of winter’s lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart.
~Charles G. Stater
The forest in late winter is a place of extraordinary beauty. There’s a sense of mystery and anticipation that hangs in the air. You can see through the forest more clearly at this time than any other during the year, yet you are keenly aware that you are not seeing the whole story.
You know that what you can see is only a fraction of the forest. The life of the forest is hidden deep away in the roots and seeds underground; and Spring is the time when it all can’t be contained in the soil anymore. With warmth and light, the life of the forest seeps up through the moist ground, spilling furls of green into the open sunlight. Leaves burst out of the tree branches. Spring is when the story becomes visible. Winter is the promise of this moment.
So we savor these last moments of the passing season while we joyfully anticipate the fulfillment of all winter whispers.
Life is about to awaken.
Blessings to you,