April Miracles

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“Certain miracles that I beheld there have haunted my memory ever since: a gray April morning of sirocco, when the almond blossoms, the flaming tulips, the young green of the vines, hung as if painted on the motionless air; a summer night when the roses had an unearthly pallor under a half-eaten moon, whose ghostliness was somehow one with their perfume and with the phosphorescence of dew tipping their petals; a day when the trees stood part submerged in fog, into which leaves dropped slowly, slowly, one after another, and sank out of sight.” - H. G. Dwight, Gardens and Gardening, Atlantic Monthly, 1912

These words linger in my thoughts and somehow they seem to describe this day… Ok, the moon is fuller and the blossoms are not almond blossoms… Yet there are similarities. Gray fog swirls all around me – when I open the skylight to look out at the trees, to my amazement the fog rolls into the room. The sun remains hidden behind the clouds and fog, yet it’s presence is felt and a glow of light touches the trees and touches the sky with promises of light and warmth to come. There are hints of miracles in the brilliant colors of the opening buds stretched high above my head..
Throughout the day and into the darkness the miracle of spring continues.Gazing in awe at the gilt rimmed clouds encircling the moon I find myself transported by the night into an ethereal realm. Ah – the promises of spring!