"One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have leisure and opportunity to see the Spring come in." - Henry David Thoreau, Walden
|Lainey Piland photo|
Reading Thoreau's essay on spring in Walden, I found that those words rang true for me. Spring often bursts onto the scene each year through the pink billows of flowering cherry trees or the nodding, sunny faces of daffodils in our yards, parks, and other developed spaces. While these are beautiful, and certainly still part of nature, I myself prefer the quieter, subtler arrival of spring in the forest; in the small pink salmonberry blossoms, the understated trillium with its three white petals, the formerly bare branches growing lumpy with leaves waiting to unfurl in the warm sunshine, the tender green bleeding heart leaves proudly holding aloft on their velvety surface a droplet of rainwater left over from an afternoon shower.
These quiet signs of spring are easily missed; passed over by our unimpressed eyes searching for something more overt, more colorful, something that screams "spring is here!". However, take time to seek out in the woods the more soft-spoken heralds of the new season - you'll find they actually have a lot to say.
Wanderings: Seeking Spring (2015)
Wanderings: Seeking Spring