The Spring | 没有哪个季节像春天那么让人翘首企盼……

The Spring | 没有哪个季节像春天那么让人翘首企盼……

Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out and embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness ofyour sensory perceptions.


What a nuracle it is. No matter how long the winter, how hard the frost or how deep the snow, Nature triumphs. No season is awaited so eagerly or welcomed so warmly as spring...Each year I am astonished by the wealth of flowers the season gives us: the subtlety of the wild primroses and violets, the rich palette of crocus in the parks, tall tulips and proud trumpeting daffodils.


Picture this: The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of blue sky in it.


Every spring is the only  spring, a perpetual astonishment.


In those vernal seasons ofthe year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury  and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and part.ake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.