Several days ago, the first Forsythia bloom appeared just outside my window. The lone, tiny yellow blossom looked so small and yet I knew in its heart was a hardy survivor. We have had three snows this past week. The ground is getting warmer so one day it snowed from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm and only after noon did the snow begin to accumulate on the ground. And this morning we awakened to another night’s snowfall, which left a blanket of white covering the ground, the trees and shrubs, and the mountain road was a sheet of ice from the bitter cold winds. Then the sun came out and melted most of the snow. Now the tiny, >>
Blossoms of Peace
On the Eve of Bealtaine on the Celtic calendar, the Greening of the Mountains is in full swing. The winds of change swirl through the newly leafed forests, twirling the boughs like the petticoats of an Appalachian dancer, and raising consciousness. A sea of green for the eyes, and an awakening of the soul. The first blossoms of the Rhododendrons are here, and the flowering on the higher elevations will soon follow. Small wonder that everyone’s hearts bloom brighter at this time of year. After a long winter, now sunshine and bird songs highlight the day, and cool nights are filled with the chorus of frogs and crickets. Nature is filled with the sacred geometry of life, which >>
