Spring fever hit hard today. The sun is out, the air is warm, birds are singing and flowers are blooming. As I let the Girls out of the coop this morning, I found myself humming a song from my childhood – many a piano practice included this piece. It’s a combination of music from one of my favorite composers, Ludwig van Beethoven, and the lyrics from an early 1900s hymnist, Henry J. van Dyke. Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, the final movement of his last Symphony No. 9 set to perfect words of gratitude. I invite you to join me in on a walk through my music roots as they sing to me into Spring.
What is it about the first flowers of Spring? Many would argue that we in the San Francisco Bay Area of California don’t know what seasons are about. I beg to differ. I think that it’s the bursting forth of new life and blossoms, no matter where one lives, that opens all of our hearts to song hope and joy.
You know how I feel about the addition of Blanca to our brood. She’s the first hen we’ve had who excels in the art of Hen Song. What a fortuitous coincidence that we picked HenSongs as the name for our community of Peeps.
This is the first year I’ve been able to snap a picture of the birds of Spring in our front yard critter fountain. My good friend, Cindy (the consummate birder), told me that it’s a Lesser finch coming into his mating feathers.
How Spring-like is that!
There’s nothing like this time of year to remind me that there is Joy in living. This is especially important to remember when life hands us lemons, the world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket (I love using that phrase!), or our own section of the earth or life is wrapped in darkness.
Watch a dog and his boy….our own resident Sheltie, Robbie, and grandson are masters of soaking up the warmth of the sun and living in the moment. Give yourself a moment of basking and allow yourself to feel joy.
Planning our first garden tour really has us moving. We are out in the garden much earlier and working more intentionally than ever. I am so grateful to be reconnecting with the dirt in a way that the busyness of life has not allowed in years past.
Consider this post to be the Introduction To The Story of How Our Urban Garden Came To Be. I hope you will join me as I journal this adventure from where we started to how we’ve developed this passion for sustainable gardening and backyard chickens.
I’ll leave you now with the music that inspired this post. Whatever your spiritual path and wherever you are on your journey, I hope this piece from Sister Act 2 fills your heart with joy as it does mine.