In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?



Rumors of Spring

"[F]or he did good by giving you
rains from heaven and fruitful seasons,
satisfying your hearts with food and gladness."
Only lately have we dared to say that spring was just around the corner. It is only now that we are almost weary of winter, that the signs have begun. The wind is still chilly, but more playful and less cutting. Little by little, the melting of the snow has yielded us patches of grass that, brown and matted though they be, gave us chills of delight. They smelled like mud!

And then the first robin was sighted and their cheerful evensong caught our ears once or twice. Still, it was only a spark of hope among mounds of snow. Until . . . early Sunday morning I woke up to the sound of --yes, it was rain. The first rain I had heard around these gutters and dripping down my window. Oh, the joy! Our first real rain. . . and then, rumbling persistently--thunder.

How welcome that sound was to us! I love thunderstorms anytime, but when I haven't heard one all winter, it is especially invigorating. When I looked out the window a bit later, the yard was bursting with joyous robins, half a dozen at least, hopping and singing merrily in the grass patches, now broadened and made greener by the rain.

As I stepped out onto the rain-washed pavement, the whole day seemed glorious. The air was fresh and breathed with hope and birdsong. I felt like the Pevensies seeing winter break after a hundred years. It was such a blessing!

We had our window open for the first time, which is one of my favorite things ever, and behind them you could see the robins, bouncing to keep warm on the dark hanging branches.

With this flush of spring-hope (hardly to be called spring quite yet) I give myself full permission to dream about spring and summer, and heat and life, and color and fragrance and gardens. . . And to watch Nigella's 'forever-summer' cooking-shows. These would only make me jealous during real winter--now it's just sweetly tantalizing. . .

and now:

I drink its health with (hope-of) warmth and fervor!


Fred & Leon said...

What a beautiful post... It's 65 degrees here today, and just a bit cloudy... perfectly lovely weather, to be sure.

Miss and love you bunches! I'm already anxious for Summer, 'cause that's when I get to see YOU! :)


Olivia said...

Miss and love you bunches, too Emily! I can't wait to see you again . . .

It was only about 35 degrees here today, but the air is different, and it rained off and on. Can't wait for real heat!

Love you,

Karrie Diggs said...

Livi this post resonates so deeply with my feelings this dawn of spring. So beautifully written and poetic to read. I loved it and it put a little bounce in my step today that I sorely needed. Lovely - thank you.
Much love to you
Auntie K