I just love the word “vernal” , don’t you? It’s a sophisticated way of saying “spring” – a word filled with history and mystery. It seems to capture the art and spirit of the season. Plus, it just sounds like green. I think we are all ready to enjoy a green-saturated landscape again.
Virgil A Kraft said that “Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dreary world”. Isn’t that beautiful? It’s a perfect way of describing how the canvas of nature unfurls with color and life after the long sleep of winter. I must confess that we did not have a spring-like day. It was cold and very overcast all day and there’s scarce little evidence that we’ve crossed into spring. But we have and soon enough we will be planting flowers and enjoying soft winds, sunshine, birds, and butterflies. Today reminds me of the truth that what we see is not the whole story.
Where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees sweet flowers growing.
So for this post, I will show you a picture of what I see and what it will be – a promise and fulfillment.
The bulbs are first to emerge and once the snow melted, I was delighted to find their little shoots stretching out to the sky.
The hyacinths will be in bloom in a few weeks.
The weeping crabapple has started to flush red, a sign that she will be budding soon.
Transformed into a fountain of pink blossoms, she is the crowning glory of spring.
Where there are bare branches now….
Soon fragrant blossoms will perfume the yard.
I’ve watched the beloved hellebores anxiously through their first winter, hoping they have survived. A few are starting bud.
Perhaps we might be graced with a Lenten Rose in time for Easter.
May you all find joy in the coming of Spring.
Blessings to you,
Text and photos copyright 2015