My Lively Spring

On this glorious Easter morning everything silently whispers the thrill of new life...resurrection! Yes, it's true. I took these pictures in my yard. Everywhere--through the dry grass and the bedding of last years leaves--there's fresh green, and vibrant spring colors. The ancient peony is poking her knobby fingers up in a grab for sunshine, and new rose leaves dress yesterday's dry, dead vine. Pink tulips sniff at the air; the first little lilac dares to open; dandelions and daffodils shout joyfully in brilliant yellow golds.
The pear tree's thin white blossoms sing,
and blue-grape hyacinth bells all ring--
a tremolo against the wild warm winds.
It's Easter.
The day Death died.




And I can't help but think how I, too, will one day rest beneath the fall leaves and the winter snow. I'll leave quietly then--no frenzied bucket list to clutter my last days.
No. I plan to come back.
So all the things I haven't done can wait for that long morning in the sunlight.
My lively spring.
My resurrection day.

"Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime." --Martin Luther.