“For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." Eli
By: Proserpina , 20:31 GMT le 26 février 2012
THE EARTH IS AWAKENING
Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.
Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider
Northern Exposure, Wake Up Call, 1992.
Koko and I felt the urge to ascertain if the earth is awakening, and indeed it is pregnant with promises of Spring songs and colors.
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
L. H. Bailey
Mixed with winter colors are the intrepid leaves of Daffodils, Crocus, Bleeding Hearts, and Columbines pushing their way out of the earth.
We found a Daffodil bud, a promise to be soon fulfilled.
Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant.
Native American Proverb (Kiowa)
We found an unexpected Primrose blossom.
Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.
PLEASE FEEL FREE TO POST YOUR EARTH AWAKENING PHOTOS OR ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO MOTHER EARTH.
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