Spring Beauty Gives Me Eyes To See
In the Midwest, we have waited a long time for spring. Cold winds and low temperatures lasted until the middle of May. Gray skies seemed endless. Then, a magical wand passed over the midlands and urged closed buds to open wide and declare their beauty. White iris with dark purple lace bloomed beside paper white peonies. The warm earth exploded and presented the beauty that had been buried beneath the earth.
The new buds and sudden blooming perennials increased my own energy. I made plans for a garden filled with lavender and yellow roses. I cherish and am grateful for my shade gardens now with gentle ferns uncurling their painted leaves. Hostas erupt everywhere and bring fresh surprises. Winters snow coverings had hidden them, and I had forgotten where they were planted. Elegant viridian green color leaves mound into a large cluster almost over night. Various green hues became the outside décor. Little red hearts drip from shiny green branches as my bleeding heart plant displays the importance of timing and seasons. The morning sun turns the mossy ground covering into a velvet lining in the fairy garden. Spring’s motion prods me to see nature decorated with her best attire.
Birds sing in sweet twirls and chirps and throw love songs into the sky. Bright red cardinals steal my focus and remind me of God’s best. Slowly the panorama of the earth has changed as the sun rises sooner and lasts longer. Spring has touched every living thing including me.