An Ode To Springtime

One of the signs that spring is here is when I see the robins gathering dead grass and such to build their nests.

The other day I was walking in the front door from having taken out the trash and there was one perched on the fence, a mouthful of random weeds and debris in its beak.

It is spring when trees are full of flowers and the others are freshly filled with beautiful green leaves.

I am always aware of these things, the heralding of springtime, because I don’t want to miss a thing. I am not one of those people who hurries from car to home and home to car unaware of the changes around me.

For I just can’t imagine what it would be like to miss all this newness. The outdoors a myriad of colors that comes about quite naturally. We don’t have to do a thing. Spring will come as it always does. It is certainly one thing we can count on in both good times and bad.

The birds are busy building their nests and chirping in the trees, each with a different song to serenade us.

Spring is renewal. And spring is hope.

No matter what else is going on in the world, our yards and patios still green up and seedlings shyly emerge from the earth and tilt their heads up toward the sun.

No matter the tragedy, the suffering or the dying, spring is filled with anticipation and optimism. Resumption and continuation is the driving force of life and it cannot be stopped by whatever is happening to us mortal beings.

The seasons are transitory. Spring needs no clock. It is the reason for us to look forward instead of backward. Putting pain and hardship behind us and plodding on.

For however many tomorrows are ahead of us, we soldier on through the seasons, grateful for each day we get up and see the sun rise and set. Glad to be here to see it all once again.

The birds nest and then their eggs crack open with new life.

The daffodils and tulips sprout and stay their allotted time and then wither.

The seeds germinate and bring us food and flowers. And for all this we are thankful that springtime has come once again.

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke


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  1. Life still goes on, even in the midst of a pandemic, doesn’t it? We have so many plump robins hopping around here and I love when I see them with tufts of grass, straw, etc in their beaks.

  2. We have a few sights we must see this time of year in Central Kentucky: blankets of Virginia bluebells covering creek banks; redbud and dogwood trees lining almost every street and highway, and best of all, the adorable new foals and calves in the green pastures.

  3. You are truly an artist. Only instead of creating with paint you create lovely scenes with your words. Thank you very much for sharing your talent with us.

  4. Your post today is beautiful ! I just purchased a new birdhouse and I can’t wait to see what birds move in!

  5. We’ve planted some new flowers this past week and have been amazed at the amount of bees swarming in and out in them plus the lavenders from last summer. We are seeing more and more butterflies every season which is such fun. I like to take the dryer lint outside and leave it for the birds. This was a lovely posting.

  6. Beautiful words, Brenda.
    I too, marvel at nature. The monarch butterflies, dragonflies and even lizards roaming about in my little garden. How can some people not notice, the simple beauty of it all?

  7. Here in the UK the same things are happening, except that our robins are a different bird, very small. But the joy this year for us is that a family have decided to nest in the shed next to the house, tucked behind a paint can! Our tumble dryer lives in there, but now that Spring is here I won’t be using that until the end of the year, so we don’t have to disturb the robins. It’s wonderful to see them flitting in and out.

  8. What a beautiful post today, Brenda. I feel the same way about spring. Those helicopter things that the trees lose before they sprout leaves are scattered everywhere right now and they will start new trees in my raised bed, flower beds, and even the lawn and pasture, but I can mow many of them down and pull the others. They’re just another form of new life. My horses, one light gray and one sorrel (red) are shedding winter coats now and I scrape incredible amounts of hair off them in the mornings and when I come back to feed in the evenings all the hair is gone from their stall floors. The birds come in and take it for their nests. Can’t you just see their red and white decor, lol?

    1. Brenda, that’s the best picture of the female cardinal I’ve seen. Usually she looks dowdy and dull when compared to her mate, But, in this , she looks proud and ready to take on life. Thanks.

  9. What a picture you paint! We are blessed when we can take a breath and enjoy the beauty of nature. I am in Maryland and our grandsons are in Washington state. I am so excited when my 5 year old grandson asks to see my seeds when we are on FaceTime. You know that feeling. I am not happy unless I have a seed or plant that I am nurturing. I hope to share that joy with my grandsons and daughter when they move closer later in the year. Our daughter is a great cook who uses a lot of herbs and organic foods that we will grow next summer. We are so lucky to have simple joys in our lives.

  10. Beautifully spoken Brenda. I also love the beginning of new life each springtime. Robins are my favorite bird, but I’ve not seen one in a couple of years now. I was wondering what has happened to them. I love the variety of birds you are able to catch in pictures. So glad you are enjoying your springtime. Love your posts. Sandra

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