I just went outside. The air is soft, flirtatious in a coquettish way. The sun is casting its luscious glow over the awakening landscape. I took my camera. I captured this:
Getting a clear picture of these shy little ladies with their bowed heads is difficult. Perhaps because they are shaking imperceptibly with nervousness that the warmth of the day will fade, and the cold will return.
And it probably will.
But in the bent white heads of those snowdrops is the hope of Spring on her merry way. She takes her time. She can't be rushed. She will dance with Winter on her way in, and their waltz may continue for many days.
But her magic begins with the soft arrival of her flowers and the knowing that life is always in cycle, always renewing.
What might be in store for me as Winter changes to Spring?
Copyright 2009 Melissa LaFavers