Who reads thy gradual process, Holy Spring.
Thy leaves possess the season in their turn,
And in their time thy warblers rise on wing…”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Progress of Spring
With still more wet snow in the forecast for Nova Scotia, I’m starting to wish Spring would be heaped upon us in one fell swoop. It seems like we’ve anticipated the end of cold weather for months now, not weeks.
But then, if Spring were to arrive while we slept, there would be so much less joy in the subtle progress of the season. Would we appreciate as much the first green tips of snow drops and crocuses as they poke their tiny heads from shadow to light? Would we revel in the slow crescendo of bird song if it were given to us all at once? Would the gradual lengthening of days and shortening of shadows do as much to lift our spirits if it happened in a day?
Plainly, part of the happiness of spring time is the anticipation. And so, we wait.
[photo – Wiki]