Wednesday, March 28, 2012
"Snowing" tulip petals
It is the simple things in life that mean the most to me. When spring burst forth two weeks ago, I was in my glory. The red bud trees decked in their purple finery, the deep pink azaela bushes skirted in full bloom, and the yellow forsythias reminded me of girls in prom dresses showing off. When the tulips poked out of the ground, I took my students for a neighborhood parade with musical instruments, and we sang songs to the flowers. "We're so glad, we're so glad, thank you God, for the flowers in spring."
I teach my kiddos to stop when they see God's beauty and say, "Thank you God, for my eyes." It is the sweetest thing to hear them do this spontaneously.
The wind gusted last week as Nicole and I were walking past the tulip tree by school. We giggled as the pink petals rained down upon us. As soon as all of the children arrived, we hiked back to the corner and stood beneath the tree and let the tree "snow" upon us. The children picked up gobs of petals and tossed them in the air and romped and played. What a glorious, giggly, spontaneous way to start our day.
Has spring sprung in your neck of the woods? We're holding near 80 degrees in the Midwest. I am cherishing these warm days, sleeping with the windows open and sitting outside to read in the evening. Spring IS a reawakening.