Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Equinoxes and and solstices aside, here in our section of the world springtime is commonly accepted to be the three months, March, April, and May.  I think of May as the crown jewel of springtime because we see the rebirth of nature coming to fruition in full force.  The early precursors; crocus and early Star-of-Bethlehem  have come and gone, giving way to the daffodils, jonquils, narcissus, and hyacinths. The lilacs are budding and the lily-of-the-valley are sprouting.  The apple blossom buds are swelling and the grass is the greenest green it'll ever be. 

In the woodshed the Robin family have taken up residence in the nest they built last year on the ladder.  I wonder if they are the offspring that grew up there last year.  A couple of the bird houses are being prepared for new nests by wrens and some other small birds I've yet to identify.

Watching over this resurgence of life, from the hibernation of winter, is the statue of St. Francis standing in the flower bed near the back door of our house.  We, my wife and I, his handmaidens, were tiding up; pruning dead wood, trimming and mowing and such as that on this, most recent past, Mother's Day.  Our brood had departed to return to their own nesting sites and the day, being sunny,  was that perfect confluence of conditions  most common in the merry month of May to which we let our hearts soar and revel in the sights, sound and aromas of springtime.

Set aside for the moment were thoughts of nature's other side: the devastating tornadoes that spread destruction across our mid-section last month, and the flooding both here and through the midwest which is also causing death and destruction.  Until...............

rel, calls my wife from the upper flower bed, come 'ere and tell me what this is.  I join her and follow the direction of her pointing finger to the largest bird's nest I've ever seen and inside were two nearly whole eggs the size of pullet eggs.  Obviously a nest interrupted, probably knocked from the high pine tree by the windstorm of a week ago.

After some Google research we've deduced that this nest was that of a family of crows.  And this family will have to wait a year to again pursue the rights (rites; thanks Lynn) of spring, since it's highly unusual for crows to hatch more than one brood a year.

Nature gives us much pleasure, especially in springtime, but she also takes away.

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Blogger Brenda said...

GREAT read :) Thanks Bob :)

6:12 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

GREAT read... :)
Thanks Bob and family...
Happy Spring.

6:13 AM  
Blogger Altonian said...

Thank you Rel, for sharing your spring with us. A most beautiful piece, beautifully written. You see? In anticipation of people like you, writing pieces like this, I was forced into my bit of whimsey.

8:09 AM  
Blogger Jae Rose said...

You zoom in and out effortlessly from your world and garden to the global garden..Jae

10:33 AM  
Blogger Lyn said...

I like your rights of spring..and the rites of spring! You did well to send this bouquet outwards..I'm breathing deeply!

12:01 PM  
Blogger Helen said...

You painted a lovely image with these words.

12:16 PM  
Blogger Doctor FTSE said...

A most enjoyable view of Springtime. Thank you.

12:30 PM  
Blogger Friko said...

Thank you for a well-written and enjoyable tale of everyday life. So much better than bad poetry and various other things I could mention.

It has been a pleasure to visit.

The crows will probably attempt another nest; my birds nest two or three times, depending how clement the summer is.

1:53 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful write, Rel. We have a pair of black birds nesting at the manor this spring.

2:41 PM  
Blogger Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

spring is almost over.
very bright and enjoyable read.

10:56 PM  
Blogger Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

spring is almost over.
very bright and enjoyable read.

10:56 PM  
Blogger Churlita said...

I love Spring. It smells like life.

4:09 PM  
Blogger Bluebell Books Twitter Club said...

love the bird nests and eggs, your words breathe life.

keep it up.

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10:09 PM  
Blogger Everyday Goddess said...

so sweet! the more, mature, i become, the more i love to feel the beauty of spring.

9:54 AM  
Blogger Trellissimo said...

A pleasure to read.

2:03 PM  
Blogger hyperCRYPTICal said...

Lovely write Rel - I felt I was there.

Anna :o]

6:57 PM  
Blogger Steve Isaak said...

Strong, nature-centric write.

12:36 PM  
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I have had it with cold and ready for 70 degrees only one day so far above it I am ready now.

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I hear the birds now what a great sound!

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