I want to learn all I can, live as wisely as I can, and savor every moment on the journey.
I am so excited that it’s finally spring! Somehow I missed the first day of spring, which I usually count down to. But I’ve been “down for the count” myself lately, laid low by a cold and sinus infection—ick. But happily I’m now on the mend and ready to jump for joy at the sight of newly blooming daffodils and tulips!
To celebrate, here is a lovely description of spring I found when I was reading Anna Karenina. Happy spring!
“Spring was slow in unfolding…On Thursday the wind dropped, and a thick gray fog brooded over the land as though hiding the mysteries of the transformations that were being wrought in nature. Behind the fog there was the flowing of water, the cracking and floating of ice, the sift rush of turbid, foaming torrents; and on the following Monday, in the evening, the fog parted, the storm-clouds split up into little curling crests of cloud, the sky cleared, and the real spring had come. In the morning the sun rose brilliant and quickly wore away the thin layer of ice that covered the water, and all the warm air was quivering with the steam that rose up from the quickened earth. The old grass looked greener…Larks trilled unseen above the velvety green fields…The cattle, bald in patches where the new hair had not grown yet, lowed in the pastures…Nimble children ran about the drying paths, covered with the prints of bare feet. There was a merry chatter of peasant women over their linen at the pond, and the ring of axes in the yard, where the peasants were repairing ploughs and harrows. The real spring had come.”
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, Part II, Chapter XII