|The Biltmore Gardens|
There really is something that whispers to my heart during these transitional months. Perhaps it's the gentle reminders of growth, beauty, renewal, & rebirth all around. Perhaps it's the forgotten childhood memories that reappear as the smells and sounds of spring touch my senses. Or perhaps it's the gatherings of friends and family celebrating the new season.
Whatever it is, I love its whisper.
A few days ago, I was enjoying a fabulously lazy day of reading when I heard its whisper. Suddenly distracted by a breeze that discovered my open windows, I found myself face to face with sweet scent of honeysuckle wafting through my room. Within moments, I was back twenty years running through woods, climbing trees, and scavenging honeysuckle nectar for my toy horses. I grinned at the memories of wading through creeks, catching tadpoles, or building my "super secret" fort right off the trail in my back yard. (Apparently, it was the most indestructible fort in the neighborhood, but I think I have an overprotective, big brother to thank for that =)
Oh, to have the innocence and mischief of those days....
Of course, by this point in my reading, I decided that it was time to close the book, go out to enjoy the weather...and find some honeysuckle.
|My Back Yard|
Luckily, the fence next door provided a surplus =) Neighbors probably watched with curiosity as a 28 year old woman "ate" honeysuckle by herself for a good fifteen minutes. People could have wondered why I loitered along the side of an abandoned house picking small blossoms and discarding them repeatedly. I didn't care though--I was back in my childhood, soaking up spring, "eating" honeysuckle, and loving life.
Loving its new beginnings, its beauty, and the whispers of what is to come...
...and honestly, I'll probably do it again tomorrow =)