In the Blink of an Eye

Saturday morning I sat at my dining room table and looked out the bay window and for what seems like the first time, I noticed the lilac bushes to the left of my yard. As much as I love the beauty of nature, I have never found the inclination to prune or garden or educate myself in anything having to do with gardening. In fact, if it were not for the fact that I feel every sinus cavity instantly fill up when I am around bloomed lilacs, I probably wouldn't even know the name of the pretty flowers that bloom from those bushes every spring.

But this spring feels different to me. Or maybe I feel differently this spring. This spring, I have a an urge to do things to the yard. Things that are foreign to me. Like follow through with Molly's desire to have a garden. Like cut away at the dead branches from the three towering pine trees that separate my yard from the neighbor's straight behind me. Like tame the wild overgrown lilac bushes before they start to bud.

"Before they start to bud". That was what shocked me when I looked out the same bay window on Sunday morning. There were buds on the lilac bushes. Just. Like. That. Saturday morning, no buds. Sunday morning, buds.

Monday morning was a whole new experience. As I drove through town I felt a quiet excitement growing inside my belly. Everywhere I turned I saw buds and leaves and blooming trees. And then I remember how much I love this short span of time every spring. It is so magical and I want to share.

Main Street with blooming trees

Looking up the street where we live

A beautiful and very historical cemetery

And there you have it. Spring has sprung...in the blink of an eye.