Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers – for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.
Osho
Do you hear it?
Can you smell it?
The wind, that March wind of the roaring lion–
The wind which sweeps over the landscape sending all things scattering to and fro.
The air, breathe deeply for it is no longer cold– that type of cold which stings ones nose and throat- Happily there is warmth to the breath of this March lion.
Can’t you smell that sweet warm wind?
Do you hear them?
There is a symphony serenading the swamps and creeks.
The multitude of tree frogs have summoned their members of this annual choir.
The ground has warmed just enough, reminding those who have been dormant this winter, to rise and shine, it’s time to find that perfect mate.
Other worldly mushroom shaped buds line up on the tips of limbs and twigs, waiting to explode.
Such tiny buds not only signal the renewal of nature, but of our hearts and souls as well–for these are the buds of the wild dogwood.
The South knows that Spring has officially arrived by the blooming of these mystical trees.
The blooming of the dogwood is Nature raising her banners, alerting us all to the celebration of Easter.
Warming weather signals the internal mystery for the annual sloughing off of antlers, which in turn provides nutrients to smaller animals. This warming also sends the ground beneath the feet of all teaming with activity. Beware of roaming the newly cool green grass with feet bare for the South’s most hardy nemesis, the dreaded fire ant is on the move.
Good morning sleepy heads for behold, the Advent of Spring is here!
God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.
~Author unknown, commonly attributed to Martin Luther
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