Daylight comes earlier now. Bliss for an early morning person like me. Spring is always elusive on the Cape. Surrounded by cold water, we take longer to warm. This is happily coupled by our magical autumns that linger long after cold has enveloped communities on the other side of the bridge. For now, I’m happy with the early light. Warmth will come in its own time.
Thinking about Earth Day today. Watching the sunlight teasing the buds on the lilac bush. Yesterday’s tight little buds are now sprouting tiny leaves. So much tantalizing promise. The daffodils are just starting to blink greetings from roadsides and garden beds. Forsythia still pretending to be mere sticks, but we all know better.
In typical retired teacher fashion, my memories of Earth Days involve classrooms. Remember sharing Chief Seattle’s words with students:
This we know: all things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
Used to love watching little minds blossom like lilac buds. Grasping concepts and creating poetry to express their ideas. Wonder if Chief Seattle’s words still linger in some of their minds on this day as well.