“Develop a boundless ethic which includes all living things.”
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May has been a silent month. A month of quiet activities that revealed the noises that so often go unnoticed, nature’s background music. Just like chamber music in an elevator, the sounds of nature need to be the center of attention to be truly appreciated. With windows wide open the silent house is filled with birdsong and chipmunk chatter.
As I write its early morning just before dawn of the first day of June. A “quiet” time filled with the chirps of insects and frogs and the songs of birds rising early to meet the new day. A noisy silence that soothes the soul.
The month of May was not without its hectic days when the mind becomes distracted by traffic, technology and responsibilities of today’s world and neither will the month of June be without stresses. More reason to put a little silence at the top of my to do list. Nature’s melody will be in the background waiting to take center stage.
If you take the time to really listen to Nature, it isn’t any secret that Spring has arrived. As the first full day of springtime dawns today here are some of the clues that have heralded its arrival to the mountains of Southwest Virginia.
“10 clues that let me know Spring is here.”
I hope that you have a moment today to appreciate the clues left behind by Nature that the earth is slowly awakening from it’s winter sleep.
“A light exists in spring
Not present on the year at any other period-
When March is scarcely here.”
It shines with the promise of new life. It reflects off new fallen snow with bright green shoots of daffodils breaking the surface.
Although March has just begun, the meteorological spring has passed and the Vernal Equinox approaches and Nature will celebrate the coming of Spring as the “Earth laughs in Flowers”.
The pond is frozen.
The New River Valley has finally taken a plunge into the deep freeze of winter. The fickle sun brightly beckons me outside but the thermometer sitting on 8 degrees over rides the urge to walk about. Only a walk to the bird feeders and baths today.
I spent the past few days of snow and frigid temperatures reading an exciting novel set in the 1700’s and marveling at the ability of the characters to survive winter in the Scottish Highlands without the modern conveniences of my world.
My lights are still on, the house is warm and the refrigerator is humming. Only the logs burning in the fire and a respect for nature’s fury connect me with my own ancestors from that century long ago.
Naturalists and artists tend to appreciate details within the big picture. We marvel at the the shapes of shadows, the perfect hexagons in a comb of honey and the curly-cues and flourishes of tendrils. In these are the characters, alphabets and language of the forest.
They wind their way through the trees in flowing shapes that surely must have inspired the cursive of early manuscripts.
Without the lush foliage of summer, the woods reveal the artistry of the vines.
A very talented teacher of calligraphy once challenged me to appreciate the beauty and artistry of the handwritten word and to make each character an intertwined part of the message. The vine’s record their journey through the trees in woodland script like the free flowing ink from a calligrapher’s pen.
“Man′s beauty is in the beauty of his writing.” (author unknown)
Might we also say “Nature’s beauty is in the beauty of her writing.”