A peek out the window at o'dark thirty this morning led to a jumble of sleepy spring time thoughts dancing about my mind. At first, I was so very sad for the daffodils that had only just opened, as well as for the ones who had not yet bloomed, now covered in snow. I knew that some of the spring blooms that we were all waiting for will, not recover from the blanket of snow and ice.
Nature is amazing, isn't it? I've always been captivated by the pattern of seasons, of new life, and growth that comes from the wilting and decaying remains left behind. Each little give and take is a part of the process of strengthening the future for those generations down the path.
I started thinking about the delicateness of spring blooms, though. These hearty bulbs sleeping soundly through the winter, wake one day and take a risk. What may seem delicate and fragile, not having the ability to withstand an unexpected blow that a creeping winter dishes out, is actually quite a little daredevil- a risk taker.
Daffodils, Hyacinths and Tulips break through the soil, risking the fluctuating springtime weather to bloom. We smile when we first spot them sporting their beautiful colors after stepping out of a long gray winter; we place them in our homes and give them to our friends. We appreciate their beauty, but they are more than just beautiful; they are short lived and ready to risk it all to share their blooms with us.
