The Day I Heard the Bluets Sing and Whisper of the Coming Spring


(I wanted to say this is especially for Rick in Florida, in case he’s reading.  Never lose hope, Rick.)

Anita, over at Blue Country Magic  tagged me for a meme.  (Well, actually I should say, she sort of suggested me for a meme). 🙂 The instructions were to choose the fourth picture in the fourth folder on your computer and post it with a description.  I cringed when I read that because I knew that that particular photograph in my case was apt to be lousy since I had just gotten my camera at that time and was still figuring out how to use it.

But after I reluctantly looked and saw which one it was, I decided to post it after all.  Because, as it happens, I remember vividly taking this shot, and it is a happy and welcome memory.  It was April of 2006 and that first sweet blush of spring was beginning to spread across the Appalachians.  And you know how wondrous it is when Spring first begins to whisper in your ear, Hold on to hope—I am coming, I am coming.  Especially in these mountains where Spring comes slowly at first—tip-toeing, lest she re-awaken Winter, who is always reluctant to release his icy grip.  

Anyway, the day I took this picture was one of those spring days where you try really hard to get something productive done, but it’s hopeless, really, because you keep looking out the window and you see that the world is full of promise and you realize that life is too short to sit inside on a day when the birds are singing Hallelujah.  Days like that are made for taking a wander, so you do. At least, I do.  And I did.

And, out in our yard, where the snow had finally melted, I found that the bluets were blooming.  I love bluets—they are such happy little flowers.  I lay down beside them to get a bug’s eye view, not caring if the neighbors shook their heads again and snickered at that weird woman who’s always wandering around like she’s in a daze.  That strange woman who ran up the street in her pajamas once, just to get a picture of a rainbow! 

Yep, I didn’t care.  And even after I’d taken some shots, I kept lying there.  The spring sun was warm on my back and there was the faintest breeze caressing my face, making the bluets bow just slightly, as though they were paying homage to Spring.  I lay there with my ear to the earth, imagining I could hear its heart beating in rhythm to mine.

So, even though it’s not the greatest shot (a little too blurry), I wanted to post it anyway, hoping it might make you smile, as it did me.  Anita had a wonderful green and blue shot, too, of the mountains, and she reminded us that it “won’t be long before we have this lovely color back!”

Indeed.  It won’t be long now.  Hold on to hope—spring is coming, coming

(The meme instructions were to tag four others.  I reckon I’ll pass on that, but I’d be delighted to see you do it.  Yeah, YOU!  Really, it’s kind of fun.)


16 Responses to “The Day I Heard the Bluets Sing and Whisper of the Coming Spring”

  1. CountryDew Says:

    I think it’s a lovely picture. And lovely sentiments to go with it. Won’t we all be glad when winter is done and spring begins caressing us once again?

  2. Judy Says:

    I love those little flowers. They are just beautiful and remind me of the mountains with flowers growing on a hillside. I am glad you chose that picture. I need something of spring today. It is below zero here and I am freezing. Just seems like I can’t get warm. This made me think of spring and warm weather and flowers. Thanks.

  3. Pat Says:

    Can’t wait until we’re down there to see the first sweet blush of spring spread across the Appalachians.

  4. eemilla Says:

    I am thankful for the winter as without it could we really enjoy spring so much? If only we can collectively convince winter to leave the ice just blanket us with snow to slowly seep into our water table.

  5. wesleyjeanne Says:

    Today I walked from one building on campus to another, pulling my coat around me against the chill. In my office I sat at my computer, the desktop photo one of berries in ice. I took a sip of coffee and opened my email…and found your lovely photo of some of my favorite happy little flowers, and your beautiful words. And I was warmed to the core.

    Thank you!

  6. luckypennies Says:

    A lovely post, especially since it’s about to fall into the single digits even here. I’ll bet it’s really cold up yonder. You know that piece I was writing for my nature class? I chose to talk about the sky and I kept remembering all the days that we blazed out of the door in pajamas in snow or flip flops in ice to get photos of rainbows and sunlined clouds.

  7. June Says:

    Certainly an apt testament to spring! The photo’s slight blur sort of adds to the dream of spring coming…

  8. Sara Says:

    Hi Beth,
    I think the picture is perfectly lovely and I love the sentiment. It is well timed now as the winter seems to have finally settled in. It helps to be reminded that under the Earth lie our friends, just waiting to the right moment to burst out.

  9. Clara Melvin Says:

    Hi Beth, This morning it was 5 degrees. Your post brought warmth to my soul. thank You!

  10. Jeff Says:

    Such a wonderful post! I love the way you take a perfectly ordinary experience and turn it into something to behold. I have some blurry pictures also (how does that happen??) but I never would have thought about writing about getting down for a “bug’s eye view”! You have such talent for picking the right words!

  11. Benjamin Says:

    You make me so happy 🙂 Thanks for posting week after week. It gives me a lift, always. See you at Spring Break…

  12. Benjamin Says:

    It was so cold in Cullowhee that I actually wore gloves!!!!

  13. colleen Says:

    This is hopeful on a cold day. We drained our pipes beforing heading south.

  14. June Says:

    A nice, warm memory…and I reckon you need some warmth up there right about now!

  15. Rebecca Barry Says:

    What a beautiful description of spring! My father grew up in Pine Mountain Kentucky, and one of his fondest memories was of keeping track of the wildflowers he saw on his way to school. It’s something I inherited even though I grew up in upstate New York. I used to keep track of every new flower in the woods behind our house–the forsythia, the trillium, the mayapples. It wasn’t until years later when we took a trip back to Pine Mountain that I found out my father had done the same thing.

    Anyway, this is a lovely post, with such a great sense of place.

  16. Debi Kelly Van Cleave Says:

    What a beautiful picture. And I love that you ran up the street in your pajamas–now THAT’S living life!


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