Last Monday’s spring equinox marks an interesting time in our calendar. We’re nearly three months into 2023, but following the seasonal calendar, a new year is just about to begin.
The spring equinox is a time of paradox – spring is both here and not yet here. Each day, as the Earth turns in its relationship to the sun, lengthening our time of daylight in the Northern Hemisphere and warming the soil, plants, birds, insects, mammals and amphibians all respond to nature’s alarm clock. Despite cold snaps and high winds, creatures up and down the food chain begin to stir.
While we may grumble of tree pollen, cold snaps and high winds, something inside of is also buoyed by the innate sense of hope in this slow turning of the seasons. One of our long-time members and neighbors recently shared a series of poems with us, entitled “Arboretum Seasons”, which she wrote in response to her daily walks around the pond during the pandemic. Here are her impressions of spring, reminding us of everything we have yet to enjoy in the coming spring months.
The Arboretum wakens with the music, fragrance
and rainbow hues of Spring
The “Chee-chee-chee” of scarlet Cardinal
the warble of black and orange Oriole
the Robin hunting worms on the lawn
the soft cooing of Doves
and the “Konkaree” of Red-wing Blackbirds
clinging to swaying Cattails lure us.
The fragrant Lilac, the Crocus and Columbine welcome us;
also the Evening Primrose that wilts in the sun.
Delicate green Birch leaves tremble in the breeze.
Vivid pink of Crabapple and pale pink and white
Apple blossoms border the path.
Forsythia adds its gold as we circle the lake.
A cacophony of Spring Peepers hushes as we pass.
Shy Violets peep from the grass beneath towering Cypress
and the Weeping Willow kisses the lake.
As they swim across the lake, Mama and Papa Goose
guard fluffy yellow goslings
from vicious Snapping Turtles.
The perfume of Mock Orange, Daffodil and Narcissus lingers with us as we leave– Joanna Lehman, Dyck Arboretum member