Spring is in the air .
. . so, let’s go fly a kite . . . inhale the scent of new spring blooms . . . share
two of my favorite memories of spring . . .
Without
doubt, spring is my favorite season. It is a cliché, but spring does symbolize
new beginnings. New blooms erupt with colors often too bright and too pretty
for description. Flower petals take on the shapes and scents that define them.
Can’t we all close our eyes and see the delicate folds of a rose? Add the sweet
scent and one has a complete picture. Get stuck by a thorn and the beauty
surrounding the prick of pain becomes shadowed for a moment.
During the
spring time I loved getting home from school, dropping my books on the floor,
kicking off my shoes, and grabbing a cold Dr. Pepper from the refrigerator.
That was a habit. Routine. But, the best part was coming in and smelling the
mingling sweet and spicy scents of lilacs, roses, honeysuckle, and zinnias.
Rainbows of color bounced from my grandmother’s vase sending arcs of color
around the dining area of our small kitchen. Those spring bouquets, the scents,
the colors, and the magic of flowers cut from my mother’s garden remain
prominent in my memory. I try to mimic the arrangement in my grandmother’s
vase, but the flowers don’t smell as sweet. The colors aren’t as vivid. The
flowers I arrange in that same vase come from a shop rather than a garden.
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Spring was
always welcomed by the purchase of a kite, sometimes two, one for myself and
one for my brother. Mama never failed to give us some rags to tear into the
perfect length and width for a tail that would make our kites soar into the
desert sky.
We would
take off running as fast as possible tossing the kites up and hoping just the
right gust of wind would buffet our triangular shaped paper kite with colorful
rag ribbons providing support and ballast. Few things made me as happy as
seeing a primary colored kite soaring through the deep blue west Texas sky.
Just a few
years ago, I had the opportunity to take my granddaughters kite flying on the
rolling fields of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. We flew dinosaur shaped kites in
the shadow of the museum honoring Wilbur and Orville Wright. I wonder if they
flew kites, imagining them to be the precursors to the airplane they would
invent?
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I invite you
to shake off the cold temperatures, go outside, soak up some sunshine, fly
kites, and gather bouquets. Enjoy spring in whatever way that makes you happy.
Feel the contentment of new beginnings.
Journey of Honor is still coming along...not quite as smoothly or quickly as I'd hoped but slowly and steadily. I've created a Word Search Puzzle around the book. I hope you'll download and enjoy it.For now, I wish you a wonder-filled Spring!
Until next time....Journey Onward!
Love,Nona
