This morning the sun rose like wildfire over Brasstown Bald. Hyatt-Mill Creek sparkled as diamonds at the Holcomb Farm.
Black cattle dotted the verdant pasture and songbirds performed a cantata in the woods. Even the rain crow joined the chorus.
The earth burst forth celebrating spring. Bradford pear trees licked giant ice-cream cones, the cherry trees danced with pink streamers, and maples wore strands of rubies. Daffodils popped up with lemon drops.
Dogwoods could hardly wait to debut and explode with hundreds of blossoms like crosses. Tulips lifted weights through earth's dark tomb. They adorned colorful garments in adoration of new life. The fragrance of flowers filled the crisp, pure, mountain air.
I savored the first sparrow tail butterfly of spring. She flitted through the purple phlox. I chased her across the emerald grass, but she retreated to the forsythia bush glowing like a pot of gold.
The earth threw a party today. She celebrated new life, beauty, and the joy of God's creation.
I grabbed a bottle of bubbles and blew through the wand. Dozens of delicate circles dazzled like rainbows and rode the wind. They rose to the bluebird skies, and still, we rise!
Wishing my blogger friends a very happy Spring!
