Inspired by . . . Life thru My Lens 7:52
The call of the Eastern Phoebe outside my bedroom window this past week has alerted me to the change in seasons. It may seem early to most of you, but although the Phoebes have been here all winter, the back and forth calling has only recently begun again. My alarm clock is back. You can read about that here, if you want. They are such an adorable bird. I love watching their in-flight aerobatics!
The absence of green, red, and gold, silver, blue and white dripping from nearly every surface is another sign of the season change. Time to decorate with pastels and think about the awesome and the profound. The true meaning of Spring: rebirth!
The birds are happy about the warmer weather and, I like to think, happy about me being outside to play hide and seek with them again. As I walk along, they flit, over and beside me, from limb to stalk to leaf. They know the true meaning of self-less abandon and my spirit soars along with them.
Then I see what all the excitement is really about . . . the pear tree is just beginning to bloom!
Breathe deeply, my friend. Can you smell it? No fragrance made by man can compare!
I walk around the tree as if in a trance, intoxicated by the scent. Do the birds smell it too? Is it the smell that draws the birds and the bees to the beauty of the bud?
There is new life here – bursting forth. Can you feel it?
The birds look down at me from the upper branches, wondering why I linger.
What did she come for? What does she seek?
The answer tumbles forth on the slant of the morning sun.
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