Happiness can be contagious. Today a whole town was moved through the promised unions at the alter of those it does not know. Profound team spirits rang the bells, and the cold, still air of this mid March moved. With that distinctive, metallic musicality from a church belfry, those happy sounds illustrate that only true partnerships have the ability to create a unity of harmonies… But… did the birds and the bees have a whiff of what was going on?
Perhaps not quite yet, although as the breath still passed very cool through the throat, nevertheless, Nature paid attention. From its pavement community, something was blossoming. Modesty and loyalty were found in grateside meadows of fresh new moss, and then the first yellow trumpets of the new daffodils sounded very softly across suburbia. White hawthorn in the hedgerows were open, blue hyacinth shot up from the ground. Red holly berry was still ripe, shiny and on guard, whilst euphorbia was exploring with enthusiasm.
But where had all these come from? They were definitely not there yesterday. My view was going to be coloured, even dead, dull wood can own secrets of Spring in its rings. Nothing disintegrates.
Do the plants know the date? Today they heard and were ready for a Saturday wedding. Tomorrow, more will be dressed in bouquet, for Mothering Sunday best.
Nurture is in her exceptional nature of so very many kindnesses, like the hawthorn, many small meaningful brightnesses amongst the brambles, like the euphorbia, curious to ensure all is going well and definitely like a vibrant bright golden daffodil – presence to be seen and signal from afar and reliably just as solid wood, always there beyond loyalty.
Good things, those partnerships which bring the best of nature out in motherhood And if that is not always for the case for every mother, may your memories be their very sweetest today.
No mother is more deserving than mine. Thank you so very much for everything.
A VERY, VERY HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
for all mothers everywhere