Vernal

The first day of Spring after an unseasonably cold Winter. Others far more eloquent than me have set “Spring” to poetry and music as well as captured her visually. Virginia Woolf got it right when she wrote: ““I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.”

New life is BURSTING forth.

It been a full week. A challenging week. Solace came in knowing there would be time with a camera lens and music. Hearing students singing: “la, la, la la…it’s Springtime, it’s Springtime, it’s Springtime…. WAIT! That’s Antonio Vivaldi, Ms. Beth!” The Spring song continues….

Spring reveals herself in lady-like splendor. Creatively.

Rumor has it that the vernal equinox is the only day of the year when an egg can be stood on its end. When my kids were little we tried the science experiment. Sadly, it didn’t work. Even though it’s not true, we can admire the imagery. Eggs are nature’s perfect symbol for springtime and new beginnings. In March, when life is quickening in its seemingly miraculous annual way, we can’t help but ponder the cosmic egg of creation. Our newly hatched world is green, new, fresh, and as innocent as the dawn.