There is something about the first breath you take in when you step outside in the morning. I question myself “am I smelling spring?” Soon the sweet smell of flower blossoms will mix in with one of my favorite smells, right up there with baby’s first breath, is fresh greens. The smell of new life, it is intoxicating.
I look forward to harvesting fiddleheads and pickling them. I look forward to the mud! Why mud? Even though it may seem messy and a chore to clean up, mud represents the changing of the seasons. Spring or fall, times and seasons change and each season should be looked forward to. Different seasons give us different opportunities. Take each opportunity with a smile on your face because surely a new season is upon us!
It was the first day of spring in Alaska. The sun was shining like it does everyday. This day there were no clouds in the sky to cast any shadows. The snow was still blanketing the earth, melting in the heat of the rays of the sun. My cheeks felt the kiss of the sun. A brisk gentle wind caressed both cheeks, creating a smile on my face. The feeling of the sun and the wind made the spring in my heart overflow with joy. It was if they both cared for me and my happiness this day. Is it possible? For the sun and the wind to care so? Anything is possible and I imagined so. The wind will assist in shaping the sands of the earth. Each granule of sand plays its part, together they form the land and shape of the desert, this changes ever so slightly each day, other days drastically. The snow is temporary cover for the earth and the wind will also direct where the snow stays or blows. The sunshine melts the snow where it may, day by day as it pleases. Until one day it is all melted away. The sun rays and the wind are directed by our creator, God the Father. So I imagine the sweet caress of the wind and the gentle kiss of the sun rays are for all to enjoy and receive. Enjoy everything life has to offer. I know with all my heart that each and every single person I know has an amazing life. How do I know this? You are alive!
The first thing in the spring that I was sure to pick for my mom growing up is what we call pussy willows, they are a white fluffy bloom on willow branches that are one of the first bloomage of spring. They are not a flower but they were pretty to me so I made sure to pick a bouquet for my mom and often times my grandmothers as well.
When summer came I loved picking blue bells and purple iris for my aunts, grandmothers and mom. They would smile and say thank you and it made me happy to make them happy. I still feel that way today when I make someone smile, it makes my heart happy. I have been struggling as of late to be my usual happy self. It is a inner battle of self esteem and wondering if “what if.” Then I surely snap out of it thanks to my sister who has been here for me when I needed her the most.
I am confident things will only get better as long as I continue to stay faithful to God and trust and rely on Him. I will teach Duke to admire flowers and pussy willows where they grow instead of picking them. I use a camera to take pictures of the flowers I love and come across because they do the world justice where they grow so beautifully.