Blossoming Spring
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come.
-- Song of Solomon 2:11,12
Around town, the flowering trees are bursting into bloom. What a joy to see them! I don't remember them from last year, but then again, last year was one of the driest on record for northern Arizona. All the snow this winter has had a lovely effect and the result is gorgeous! The blossoms lift my heart with joy!
The above painting is one I did of a scene I came across in Iowa when exploring the back roads. Spring in Iowa has to be one of the most glorious sights in the world with the woods full of wild redbud and magnolia and the lush green grass underfoot, soft misty blue skies and a haze of bright green in the treetops. It was the spirng of my dreams. The very earth seemed to break forth with joy and singing!
We Thank Thee
For flowers that bloom about our feet,
For tender grass, so fresh and sweet,
For song of bird and hum of bee,
For all things fair we hear or see, --
Father in Heaven, we thank Thee!
For blue of stream and blue of sky,
For pleasant shade of branches high,
For fragrant air and cooling breeze,
For beauty of the blooming trees, --
Father in Heaven, we thank Thee!
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Comments