After our rainy weekend, we are drying out and warming up, which is actually quite nice. All over the signs of spring are becoming apparent -- the early-blooming trees, and a few flowers and buds on almost everything. The rain was a much-needed drink for everything and a great softener of the soil, so I spent most of this morning weeding around my trees and vines, by hand. I love the frogs and toads who sing to me all night long, enough that I am willing to forego spraying anyplace which might provide a habitat for them. And when the soil is this loose and wet, pulling weeds is honestly just as easy as spraying them.
As I was working this morning, I spied the first wildflowers on the hill, as well as the first lupin blossom. My own habit is to never take the first fruits of anything from our property -- not flowers, fruits or vegetables -- for ourselves. Instead, I like leaving it, if possible, as an offering to God and the land itself, as recognition that I play only a small part in the cycle of life around this place, and that most of it is not within my power. Flowers are easy to leave, but since leaving produce on the vine to rot is not always wise, where it's not practical to do so I give it to the field or the chickens, as a way of passing it on instead of taking it for myself.
I realize I'm not the first person to dedicate "first fruits" to the Creator or Mother Nature, so I'm guessing there's something instinctive and hard-wired into this method of honoring the natural world.
As I was working in the sunshine, a large roadrunner sat on one of our fence posts and sang his song to me. The song of the roadrunner is a low, almost mournful kind of "hoo, hoo, hoo," but mournful is in the eye (or ear) of the beholder; I sensed my roadrunner friend was feeling good and looking for a lady friend, so obviously the low hoo-ing is a spring sound, filled with hope and anticipation.
And so, with my seed packets and empty mason jars, I am also filled with hope and anticipation with the start of this new season. Hoo hoo to the roadrunner and everything else coming back to life in this season of Newness.