Spring has always been an important time of year for me. The last few years it’s been a hectic fashion season and flies by at the blink of an eye. On the way to the Atelier, I would glance at the maple trees on the corner and see that they had budded. Walking by our neighbour Francine’s garden, I would admire her daffodils and think, “how pretty,” then rush to Starbucks.
When I was a teenager, Spring was the time I cleaned up my parents garden and spent time walking outdoors. A day could be spent raking and tidying up, and you felt productive. In the last few years, while I would enjoy an afternoon of balcony tidying, there was a rush to get to the next busy work day.
This year, as we have all been housebound with the COVID crisis, I’ve had a lot more time to appreciate Spring as it slowly and coldly unfolded. This year, I’ve watched every morning as the maple trees across the street have turned into an amazing shade of lime fuzz. Next morning, the same trees are slightly thicker and I can chart their progress as I’ve had the time to actually watch them.
Some afternoons we have gone for solitary walks together around the neighborhood wearing our masks and we’ve stopped to look at the magnolia trees in front of the National Ballet school, as they have exploded in white star flowers. There is no one around to appreciate their fragrance on the breeze but their brief presentation goes on anyway.
I was walking behind a local building two days ago (to avoid people) to get to the pharmacy, and I stopped to look at a sand cherry that was SO beautiful. Its fragrance was so strong and its white flowers SO bright against its red leaves!
All of this abundance is around us season after season. We rush to meetings and work against deadlines and it’s all still here — waiting to be seen. Sometimes we see it and sometimes we only glance.
This Spring I’m taking the time to stop and look and smell. Flowers are always in our lives for celebrations. Maybe we need to make their appearance every year a celebration? I’ve never needed Spring blossoms more than this year. This Spring is our chance to stop and watch and listen.
I’m not going to take these Spring moments for granted again.