Verbal Equinox
It finally, finally is glorious, lovely, beautiful spring! Rebirth! Starting fresh all over again! (And THAT was a funny typo...I guess it was sort of a verbal equinox--also graphic!)
So many firsts, all on this one perfect day...the first robins I've seen, though sometimes I've had flocks of them winter over...not this year! NOW is the first I've seen of them! Crocuses pushed the day by one, opening yesterday. Today, when I drove home through the country, I heard the sleighbell voices, an almost deafening chorus, of hundreds of spring peepers...NEVER have I heard to many in one place! And then, when I was telling my dear husband about it, and how beautiful it was sitting on my deck by the chiminea, I looked up to see buzzard had returned in his numbers.
Don't ask me why turkey vultures are among my favorite birds...it may be the old Native American tale that has Buzzard flying closest to the sun, it may be their incredible grace, or their choreographed aerial ballet, with dozens of the big birds circling overhead but never colliding...when the late afternoon sun gilds their black feathers with warm copper it never fails to make me catch my breath and thank the creator for beauty in unexpected places.
So many firsts, all on this one perfect day...the first robins I've seen, though sometimes I've had flocks of them winter over...not this year! NOW is the first I've seen of them! Crocuses pushed the day by one, opening yesterday. Today, when I drove home through the country, I heard the sleighbell voices, an almost deafening chorus, of hundreds of spring peepers...NEVER have I heard to many in one place! And then, when I was telling my dear husband about it, and how beautiful it was sitting on my deck by the chiminea, I looked up to see buzzard had returned in his numbers.
Don't ask me why turkey vultures are among my favorite birds...it may be the old Native American tale that has Buzzard flying closest to the sun, it may be their incredible grace, or their choreographed aerial ballet, with dozens of the big birds circling overhead but never colliding...when the late afternoon sun gilds their black feathers with warm copper it never fails to make me catch my breath and thank the creator for beauty in unexpected places.