After spending a full week feeling very under the weather, I am overjoyed to be back in the familiar surroundings of my studio. I am terribly behind and have so much to do. However, I have been quite anxious to begin creating pages in this new season journal.
Eager to record the details of a Spring that is beginning to slowly creep in around me that I could not help but to set my list of to-dos aside.
Saturday was my first time outside in four days. I marveled at the changes that had occurred since the last Monday when I returned from Portland. Buds and leaves are now protruding from once bare branches. The small green stems of flowers are peeking up from between the remnants of withered foliage. And set forth as a melody to a song, I listened to the conversation between a pair of chickadees.
All these signs of Spring to inspires my first pages.
"Slayer of winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain,
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
Welcome, O March! whose kindly days and dry
Make April ready for the throstle's song.
Thou first redresser of the winter's wrong!
Yea, welcome, March! and though I die ere June,
Yet for the hope of life I give thee praise,
Striving to swell the burden of the tune
That even now I hear thy brown birds raise,"