The Awakening of Spring

Grandma Stella watches the changing weather and the awakening of her garden in early spring, feeling comforted by the sights and sounds of nature as she sips her tea.

I put out food for my outdoor cats, then I sit by the window, looking out at my garden. The garden is beginning to awaken, but the weather can not make up its mind what to do. It is very temperamental.

I am startled by a loud clap of thunder and fat clouds burst out with pouring rain, soaking the earth and trying to turn the lawns an emerald green; then the sun tries to peek out from behind the clouds. As I gaze out, I leisurely sip my tea.

Above the garden fence, I notice the trees on the avenue have tiny little leaves budding. Soon they will have beautiful waxy white flowers to delight the senses. My dogwood tree is lazy. It stretches and yawns and tries to go back to sleep. But it is spring and wake up it must. I spy hints of green leaves beginning to peek out through the bare branches.

In the flowerbeds daffodils, narcissus, and other bulbs are emerging. The climbing rosebush hugging the window smiles at me. Soon it will produce its delicate pink roses as it climbs all the way to my bedroom window.

I sip the last drop of my tea. I sigh a sigh of contentment and rise to start my day…