Sunday, April 16, 2006

Hail thee festival day

The phaelenopsis bloometh, just in time for Easter.

Pretty Lady had an Angry Atheist Boyfriend once, who took winter personally. "You know that the world is trying to KILL you," he would say, huddled up in ugly clothes, angrily.

Even at the time, Pretty Lady found this rather disingenuous. It never ceases to astonish her how fragile things such as vines, rosebushes, and the tips of tree branches can weather seven blizzards, and come forth with the laciest of bright green buds in the spring.

Winter is merely God's rinse cycle. It rids us of what is no longer necessary, and is blocking our growth. Nothing worth saving is ever lost.

Blessings to all of you, my darlings, my loves, on this glorious festival day.


The Aardvark said...

Such beauty!
Thank you for sharing it.

BoysMom said...

It's lovely. Just what I needed since I woke up to six inches of snow and an all-day snowstorm. Melting faster than coming down, fortunately, we're down to about two inches now.
A good thing, really. We will most likely get apricots this year: the apricot tree frequently blooms too early, but having not bloomed yet, this will likely make it wait another two weeks, and the odds of a frost then are considerably lower. I anticipate apricot jam next winter.