One Frosty April Morning


One frosty April morning, the sun climbed lazily over the southeastern hills, shining an impossibly golden light through the new green of the awakening forest, leaving careless shadows to spiral and flee in its wake.


The tulips and daffodils, snug and safe, shivered in the cold, bowing in reverence as the day slowly dawned. Drawn by the light and colors, my feet made their way down the wooded path and into the clearing, where more sights were in store.

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Eventually, the golden beams came to rest on another evening’s worth of hoary frost which hovered over the landscape and all its valleys like reverberating echoes of winter — gone, but still within earshot. The black cherry, the juniper — not one escaped the bristly touch.


It was humbling to stand there, surrounded by the beautiful chaos — spring and winter negotiating the terms of their yearly exchange. It was enough to make our garden plot, freshly tilled and awaiting marching orders from my very well-ordered plans, seem a tad out of place. Dare I impose? May I have this dance?



Of course, there came no direct reply — neither acceptance nor rejection — just a silence broken only by a soft breeze. The answer, I think: give it a try, but be open enough to learn, strong enough to change, and bold enough to know you’ll never be in charge.



~ by Jason on April 23, 2012.

7 Responses to “One Frosty April Morning”

  1. Beautiful photos and words. And I heartily agree: we are never in charge. Even when we think so. πŸ™‚

  2. Beautiful pictures, and insightful comments as usual. Hugs to you both,

  3. Welcome, Jason and James, to this Up North place! I found your blog via my friend and your new neighbor. Also at work this morning at the Cottage Book Shop in Glen Arbor, another neighbor of yours bought a book about wildflowers and mentioned her new neighbors – probably you. πŸ™‚ Small town life at its finest! Enjoying your words and gorgeous imagery, thank you.
    – Josephine

    • Thanks, Josephine, it’s great to be here! πŸ˜€ By the way, we love the Cottage Book Shop — one of my favorite places, so far.

      Though James and I are technically fresh out of “the city”, we’re both returning to our rural roots… only further north. It’s refreshing to have folks who are both neighbors and friends.

  4. Lovely photos, darlin’. Looking forward to seeing you next week…despite you having to leave that rural heaven!

  5. Great pictures. We have such lovely bright flowers out now. The cherry blossoms are amazing this year. I think certain years bring out certain flowers. I hope you take more photos to share!

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