Spring

The season starts in the earth, creeps slowly and magically through roots, rises up in tiny tendrils from the cold ground. The tilt is upon us now. Bright, soft, yellow rays of sunlight cast sideways across the land, shadows deep. The lay of the land begins to appear as an emerald carpet in the lengthening days. Insects are the first to awaken from their winter slumber and with them the return of the birds, frogs, lizards and many other creatures to activity. The sounds of spring are the whooshes of wind, the rumblings of thunder, rain splashing down and water running in gurgling creeks down mountainsides, the whistling of the frogs, the chirping songs of birds, and the far off whine of a lawnmower in the distance. Slowly and almost imperceptibly life rises up from the ground and into the air. Evidence of this can be seen in the soft light green tinged tree branches, the striking yellow hawthorn bushes, bright white blooms on pear trees, and the tiny purple and blue wildflowers cast like confetti in fields.