“Spring is here,” said the bumble bee.When I was back east during Holy Week I saw this in a way that we don’t notice in California. Snow and four wheel drive when I arrived was trumped by daffodils pushing though the mulch to begin the dance of color.
“How do you know?” said the old oak tree.
“I just saw a daffodil,
Dancing with a fairy on a windy hill.”
But wait. What did I notice in the sky as I was locked in L.A. rush hour traffic? Birds. Flying in a fluid V. Heading north.
Spring is here. The cycles continue.
Take some time to get away from the headlines and smell the roses, or whatever grows in your neighborhood.
I think God planned Easter to be in spring so that we would be reminded of the possibilities.
He is risen.
homo unius libri