Silent Snapshots

The Quiet Blogger:  Day 5

   

 

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Everyday Wonder

signs of spring …

The green begins slow, like someone waking up after a long nap.

It spreads subtly across the forest at first: the tiniest leaves spangling the understory.

But then the grass on the lawn grows long.

The wood moss puts out furry wands tipped with tiny capsules of new life.

As for me, I go out to the back yard and cut down an armful of forsythia blooms. I bring the long stems inside, and stuff them in my great-grandmother’s blue Ball jars. Suddenly, every corner of our tiny cottage is filled with the color and scent of sunshine, green things, growing things… Life:

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I rest, and say It Is Good.  ❤

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the thaw …

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When the thaw happens, it happens all at once.

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Almost two months ago now.

We go walking in the woods:  me, T and two dear friends.  New-fallen snow lines every limb and leaf.  The light is pale silver; the air cold, but not too cold.

Like Winter is making up its mind.

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We have the dogs with us, and they go tearing through the underbrush ahead, leaping and yelping with delight.  We watch them kicking up mud and wet leaves, blackening their muzzles, and we can’t help but laugh. 

After awhile, I let the others go ahead of us, chasing down the dogs, and I hang back on the trail, just looking.

The forest is profoundly quiet — the deep quiet you only hear after it snows — and I push back the furry hood of my coat just to listen to that emptiness.

I stand there for a few moments.  I’m waiting for something without knowing what.

And then it comes:  the thaw.  

Almost all at once, the air temperature must tick up a half a degree or two, because suddenly all the snow dotting the branches liquifies.  Tiny dewdrops spangle every twig.

And then — oh, God! — the sun.  It stabs a long scar in the clouds and comes tearing through in solid gold bars:  shooting through the treetops.  Bouncing off the trunks.  Catching and sizzling in the million dewdrops.  

Setting them all on fire.

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The forest
is filled
with diamonds.

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And now I am sitting here, months later, trying to put it into words:  how paper-thin the membrane, between the dark and the light.  The cold and the flame.  

How fragile the cold.  

How fierce and strong the Spring.

How deep and wide the joy, when at last — at last — it comes.

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Happy Spring, friends.  I think we made it. ❤

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