Mondays are Physical Day here at Taking it to the Streets
Spring is ablaze. The long dormant grass, flowers, shrubs and trees are not just awakening – they’re screaming their lungs out like babies wanting out of the confinement of their cribs. LOOK! HERE! LIFE!
I drove down my favorite road – Country Club Road between Crystal Lake and Woodstock, Illinois. The rural area there is loosely a town called Bull Valley and it’s my own little bucolic paradise. Made even more magical in the spring, because for the last 25 years (i know this from a roadside sign..) they have planted daffodils along the roadsides. Hundreds, likely thousands, of beautiful daffodils. Like spotting Santa at the mall when you’re a kid – you know he’s gonna be there but still it feels like a GREAT surprise.
The forsythia, bright golden yellow for a short time; the hyacinths with their totally seductive fragrance, the grass going from matted and grey to tall and green, the incipient buds on the trees. And bunnies and squirrels and birds, oh my!
It’s a time of great fecundity, all the more joyous, following as it does the seemingly endless winter and the lack of color and scent in the landscape. I mean I truly DO love snow, but enough white, already! Give me colors and give them to me NOW!
It’s a reminder – life DOES go on. Birth happens. Renewal is not just for magazine subscriptions.
So tonight I revel in spring. I embrace the changeability. When people complain that it was 80 and now it’s 40 again – spring! The whole point is transition – change – so there will be variances and sometimes wild ones. All part of the pastiche – the cobbling together of winter and summer (and if you live in Chicago that can occur within one day!).
I celebrate newness and birth and flowers and birds. I celebrate the return to life. The Green.
And I give you (again) the gift Country Club Road gave me awhile back – a wee poem about awakening and the spring – Lazarus Kisses the Stars