March First; Looking Forward to What is to Come

Here I sit, once again listening to rain falling. By now I know this tune well and could guess it in one note. We have had so much rain I am very glad it has been falling in its liquid form and not frozen. I am hoping though, that all of this rain will bring about a glorious Spring, if it hasn’t drowned or washed away everything that would otherwise bloom out in all its amazing splendor.

 As Winters go, this one has been very mild, even with my complaints over being cold, I know it could have been much worse. And my complaints did embarrass even me when considering what those in places such as Texas endured. 

Being that this is the first day of March, a month in which the first official day of Spring arrives, the word I wrote for this morning is birth. Looking at it, I wondered, for Spring, would it be birth…or rebirth?  So down the rabbit hole in search of clarity I go. In which I found that being that being the difference in birth- first appearing, and rebirth-a renewed existence,, is obvious, the rabbit hole wanted to take me into a slightly different direction. Discussing the difference in rebirth and reincarnation. One example; then, there is this;

The articles are interesting and informational.  While they do not change my belief structure; I shared them for the curious and seekers of knowledge.

And in truth, all of that was not what I had in mind to write about to begin with. Ah that waskily wabbit hole. (Elmer Fudd imitation for those not old enough to recognize the reference) Let’s divert from that detour and head back to my original direction of thought.

I am not a Winter person. The cold, mostly barren season, is not one that brings me much happiness. I will however, even as I detest the cold, find enjoyment in snow. The big kid in me loves to watch it falling, while the photographer loves to get out and attempt to capture the magic it brings to otherwise mundane scenes. But then I want it gone, 

But Spring, ah the glorious time of birth and rebirth. Because considering the thought, it is both. The birth of all in nature from mammals to reptile to insects and all other. While it is annoying to see birds building their nest in the hanging baskets on my front porch, it is an incredible feeling to listen to the first sounds of young birds. Later to watch as they take that flight away and on to their own life.

 To watch the young squirrel as they play among the tree branches, their acrobatics amazing and frightening when I as human consider the height at which they are playing.

To walk out into the yard and see the new growth as it begins to poke up through the leaves waiting to be raked away. Or better yet, mulched and left to feed that new growth. After time and weather, nature is beginning to take its course anyway and the aroma of the earth is rising up and reminding me of its importance. 

To walk through the yard and into the woods and see the new buds appearing, alerting me that soon, very soon the world will awaken from its slumber and dress itself in all its natural glory. The tree limbs naked of its leaven dress, reaching toward the warming sky will soon again be that canopy, ready and willing to protect what is beneath from the glare of a heated day or the sudden showers of summer. 

To see the fern reappearing and covering the floor of the woods, offering a place of hiding for the smaller mammal and insect of the woods. 

Spring, when we shake off the sluggishness of winter and prepare to emerge from our slumbers and into a renewed life. A time when the smiles return and life born or reborn draws us once again outside and into life and living.

For everything there is a season; Mine is Spring, and looking forward to the things to come.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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16 Responses to March First; Looking Forward to What is to Come

  1. Just relating to the whole “I’m not a wiener person” thing. Went out walking yesterday and saw so many new buds and daffodils blooming. And it made me seriously happy 😊 nice thoughts!

  2. leendadll says:

    Because we rarely have “winter” in SoCal, we also rarely get the excitement of Spring. My potted tomatoes never stopped growing and I don’t know if the wildflower seeds I sprinkled about will get enough water to grow.

  3. leendadll says:

    And we don’t get daffodils. I’m getting kinda jealous of that.

    • Right now I’m thinking that even though I don’t like it, the fact that winter ends with the miracle of Spring, I can deal with it (as if I had a choice) and be glad in that we do get the amazing moments of the world reborn.

  4. I am loving the change of season, the rebirth of the flowers. New life is starting to poke through that soggy soil 😀

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