If you were to go for a walk at Spring Bird today, you'd find one or two or a clump of daffodils blooming at various points along the trails. There wouldn't appear to be any logic to their geography, and their mere existence (deer do not eat them) is a joyful contrast to the brown decay from which they emerged. Daffodils or Jonquils (as my Grandma referred to them) are a favorite signifier of spring. After a long winter of being buried under snow and suffering cold and damp conditions, they have remembered and chosen to come back--to bloom--to exist again in this above ground world. Not only is this reincarnation delightful but also, their seemingly sporadic placement is a result of past visitors to Siloam, Spring Bird's former identity. Siloam's owner, Martha, would give visitors bulbs to be planted wherever they felt inspired to plant them. As a result, not only to the daffodils show themselves, but they also reveal the visitors' visions and intentions in their annual blooms. If not the guests' vision than a squirrel's accidental planting. Either way, I am charmed.
Not only are daffodils in bloom, but bluebells are on the cusp. Dutchmen's Britches and another mystery white flower have remembered spring as well. Perhaps most exciting to witness are the ferns unfurling like a newborn's nascent stretch. They will grow four feet tall by the height of summer.
It's such an exciting time to be watching the woods transform its selves in such remarkable ways--careful not to spare a single flourish. I can't help but be reawakened along with them!
Anna Lentz, artist, writer, and creativity coach who blogs about making a creative life connected with nature at Spring Bird.