After the beautiful but short-lived heatwave we had this week here in England, lasting a mere two days, it’s a little disheartening to see such a cold forecast for the week ahead, with night-time temperatures as low as -3C.
But despite the fluctuating weather, Spring moves forward. Although she seems slow in her arrival this year, like April (in the Simon & Garfunkel song) come she will.
I love the resilience of nature and the dependability of the seasons, like a faithful lover or spouse.
As the old hymn goes: “Summer and winter and springtime and harvest…join with all nature in manifold witness to Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.”
The divinity of nature and God entwined as one.
Today was the first day this year that I saw wild bluebells (in our local woods).
Every year, the first day of bluebells feels like a landmark moment.
Perhaps signalling the end of winter.
An auspicious icon of something new and beautiful.
A promise fulfilled.
On the way home, after taking these photos, I bumped into a friend and told him about the bluebells.
He pointed to his head and said, “It does something good to the mind – seeing these things.”
Indeed. The eternal spirit of Yahweh in nature bringing healing balm to mind, body and soul.
(The following photos are of Spring Snowflakes, also adorning the woods….)