James Taylor Has A Song For This

[cedar_grove]

Hail to the goddess of song, the one who feeds the singer
on milk and melted butter and the purest water.
Hail to Sarasvati, who gives us treasure.
She of the marvelous gifts, she of the best luck,
she of the greatest wealth, we hail her.
May she bring me fortune. May she bring me liuck.
May she bring me protection as she answers my prayers.

--Indian Rig Veda

We have grown impatient with the gray sterility of winter; we are ready for green growth.

One of the things that is most striking as I come into Raleigh is and has always been the view of the trees as the plane gets lower and lower over the cities and surrounding urban spaces.

Having flown in at all the times of the year more or less, it is amazing at the difference you see between winter and spring, and summer, and fall... the riot of colours... It's part of what I love about North Carolina.

To me it's still 'coming home' at any time of the year, but I remember, I think, Mir commenting on how gray the trees looked one time when she flew in and said she thought it looked ugly. The gray is there, but as you get lower... there's green among the gray.

Each time I see those trees... and it's an image that is locked into my mind as most welcome... but each time I see those trees it is like some kind of epiphany to me. It doesn't matter if they have leaves. It doesn't matter if they're budding green or in the full green of summer, or their fiery fall colours - what matters is that they're there, out of the window of that plane, and my spring green among the gray is that I'm home.

31 days until I see spring again.

Comments

[mirrani.livejournal.com]

I don't ever remember saying trees looked ugly.