Though Spring is still officially a little over two weeks away, you wouldn’t know it in the orchard. The trees are putting on their annual show of breathtaking beauty, the air and earth smell of freshness and the grass is a vibrant green. We are looking forward to celebrating this fleeting and magical season on Sunday at our Blossom Walk when we pay homage to our friends, the bees, who do such important work in the orchard this time of year. It is hard to capture in words the sense of wonder and joy that walking through thousands of blooming trees brings. This writer certainly has no gift for prose, but others have. Here are a few verses that eloquently capture the spirit of this season. We hope you’ll enjoy them and join us this Sunday for the blossoms and bees on the farm. RSVP at: http://blossom2015.eventbrite.com
Selected Poems
e. e. cummings, Who Knows if the Moon’s
It’s Spring and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves
Langston Hughes, April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Omar Khayyam,The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter—and the Bird is on the Wing.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
