Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
~ Mary Oliver
I recently wondered if I would be inspired to take my camera outside to photograph, yet again, the weeping cherry trees, the crabapple tree, the bleeding hearts and johnny-jump-ups that greet me each spring.
How silly of me to wonder. As soon as the first buds appear, I am ready.
And again this morning as always I am stopped as the world comes back wet and beautiful. ~ Mary Oliver
I try to capture the moment when the buds burst open in all of their brilliant beauty. After a winter of browns and grays I am eager for the color they add to the world.
It always eludes me. One moment the buds are tightly closed against the still chilled mornings…
…and the next day I am greeted with a showy display. Once again, I am enchanted.
I love the promise of possibility the spring always brings. The promise of new beginnings, of the surety of life moving forward, of the simple joy that can be found by stepping into my backyard, once again, and being greeted by birdsong, soft breezes and the greening of the trees.
I am thankful.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.