“The earth laughs in flowers.”

— e. e. cummings

Another dreary morning awaited me today.  The drizzle still is falling, a sort of morning-after wrap up to last night’s rain.  I poke my head out the back door.  All I see is gray sky, a stark contrast to the sunny blue of Monday when new high temperature records were set in our town.  Maybe the weather will cooperate later and I will be able to take my walk; but this morning I will have to settle for the treadmill and some walking music.

Feeling the damp chill of morning, and thinking of the warmth of my kitchen, I began to close the door.  It was then that I heard it.  What was that sound?  A giggle?  I scanned the area for the source and discovered a clump of tiny, purple primrose in the garden bed behind my neighbor’s house.  A titter?  Some tiny violets, nestled in the fresh new grass smiled at me and called me out to play.  Soon the dandelions began to chuckle, and the daffodils down the street laughed right out loud.

I found myself grabbing a jacket and dancing out into the rain, laughing all the way around the neighborhood and joining in the merriment of spring flowers giggling in the morning drizzle.  What a wonderful thing it is that our Creator chose flowers as a way to call the world to rebirth each year!  I am sure that something far more serious could have done just as efficient a job; but the color and laughter that explode into bloom make flowers the perfect heralds of Spring.