My nose just got out of a peony, the first one of the season, the first one on our property since we built this home. They were my Mother's favorite flower and she grew lots of them! And the soft, powdery scent is so heady, I wish it could be bottled. The first clematis opened this week, too, climbing up the string trellis we put up for its hopeful growth. Yellow yarrow are opening just today, while the purple ones are always a few weeks behind....the colors, fragrances and sounds of spring melt my heart.
Mr. robin's trilling morning and evening song bring peace to my heart daily; the yellow finch's playfulness, cardinal's clear chirp and the bluejay's loud caw-ish announcement of his presence give me joy.
All of nature points to a Creator extraordinaire, and I believe all the smells, sounds and colors sing God's praises.
Shakespeare wrote a line regarding the gorgeous scent of roses, that applies to my love for the scent of peonies and lilies of the valley:
"The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 54
Shakespeare, Sonnet 54
I am reveling tonight in spring and all that it brings, rain and storms and green and stirring fragrances, breath-taking colors and rest from the long winter.
I hope you are, too.
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