(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.)