Well, the end of month 2. It is amazing to me how the time has flown. My day will be full with a meeting. I look forward to the commaraderie and fellowship. This morning I was thinking about spring. How I am so looking forward to it. The tiny sprouts of splendor that will erupt from the frozen grounds. I think the word for the day is SPRING. Funny that a season is also named for a wound up piece of metal as well. Seems to me that the season spring just sort of sprouts straight upward....that is unless you plant your tulip bulbs upside down and they have to make a turn around. I cannot imagine that any flower really spirals around....so where did the name SPRING get affiliated with metal. We also have a SPRING in our step when we are walking with a happy lilt. Seems like a definition for SPRING might be hop. Most of us can connect the Easter bunny with SPRING and they hop. SPRING has colors associated with it as well. SPRING green for example. All the pastels are associated with SPRING. It seems that the English language is a bit confusing. The multiple meanings can often times be troublesome, especially for someone trying to learn the language. We all imagine SPRING as a new beginning. A time when all things come to life. Yet in some religions, it signifies death with a new life. I remember as a child all the excitement that SPRING would bring. My Grandmother would already have gotten all the seeds for gardening and would have already began their start indoors. Preparing was always a big thing for her. She had the most beautiful garden. Filled with fabulous flowers and to the side of the house, all the vegetables. She would be saving all the egg shells and coffee grounds for the garden. She waited for mid March for the banana peels. she would chop them up and use them for the rose bushes. When I think back...Grandma was recycling and doing organics long before it became fashionable. We even lined our trash bags with newspapers. She used to cut newspapers for patterns to sew with. Times are returning. People are hopefully starting to wake up....hey, just like the SPRING flowers. Almost like someone has called out "Olly, olly, oxen, free, free, free!'
Quote for the day:
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke