Simplicity of Spring Fills the Senses

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.  ~Rainer Maria Rilke


It happens every year.  I get this unbelievable ache at the miracle that is Spring.  Oh to be a poet, author or song writer and  be able to put into words what it is to watch the kids play outside without jackets on the first warm day, to sit quietly and watch the miracle of birth of a lamb, to see the smallest plants fight through the frozen earth and flower, 

the intense green of the new grass, the brightness of the yellow daffodil and forsythia, to listen to the raucous songs of the birds calling their mates, the tiniest seeds opening to what will be summers bounty, the warning of momma duck sitting on a nest of eggs, 

throwing open the windows and having the fresh scent of earths rebirth blow the stale winter air from the house.... It literally fills the senses.  It costs nothing but is worth far more than anything money could buy.  It will continue to happen every year and I hopefully I will continue to be amazed at it each and every time.