This morning in the merry, merry wood
The trees with laughter shook.
They’s seen old Winter hobble past
A-leaning on his crook.
The crocus called good-bye to him
And the violet from her nook,
For Spring is here in shoes of green
Everywhere I look.
Our grade eight vocal ensemble sang this madrigal in three-part harmony. It was the late 70’s so I doubt any recordings remain, but the lyrics spoke loudly to me this weekend, from decades long past.
I had stepped out my back door to take out the trash, when my eye caught sight of something unexpected.
What was the source of that splash of green under the leaf debris? Upon closer inspection, my hopes were realized.
The daffodils are coming up!
It has been a hard winter. Unexpected snow and ice had us miss 10 days of school. Last week, we had torrential downpours that have caused landslides. The weekend gave us sunshine and you could feel the hearts of the city rise.
Saturday, as I took Lucy for a longer walk that we’ve had in a while, I heard birdsong. Actual birdsong! I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I had heard anything other than the cawing of crows. My heart swelled with this mellifluous sound.
I know we are in for more rain, and true Spring is still a few weeks off, but this little foretaste of Spring has put a spring in my step and a smile on my face.
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