A week ago, I sat on my western, "Holy Rock" high above the lake & watched the forest. Perched at eye level with the branches, I searched for signs of the green veil of spring to begin it's subtle glory. The red maple blossoms were blessedly giving way to burgundy helicopters & days of rain had cleared the air of their pollen. Daffodils, tulips & hyacinths graced our gardens. Soft, gray doves contrasted against richly colored carpets of phlox on terraces all around, while "yellow bells", pears, magnolias & cherries were blooming on full throttle. "Surely, the forest must be beginning to green over", I thought. Despite my earnest searching, there was no sign of the muslin, veil of green as I watched sat that Saturday morning. I gazed across the water, relishing the view which I knew would soon become filtered by the forest.
The following evening my peering eye discovered the tiniest of green tips amid the trees & the oaks began to erupt in flowers on their tips. The silver "V" of the beaver's wake stood out providing me with a thrill I never tire of & the following day, I found myself peering through the misty green of early spring. Day by day ~ even hour by hour, God's artistry can nearly be seen in motion. It is an amazing time of year!
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