Walks in the Spring are hallelujahs. Ice disappears from marshes and streams and shades of green emerge from buff coloured grasses and dormant branches. There is a din of bird song which scientists tell us has a specific mating purpose, but it sounds like praise to me. I can hardly wait for those April and May saunters.
At this time of the year I still make a point of getting out but we seem to move from hallelujah to amen. The birds that were territorial a few months ago are now flocking together. Last evening we saw a gaggle of blue jays in the top of a tree and when they took flight we counted eighteen of them. Another evening we watched as scores of monarchs landed on a branch to roost for the night. When they were still they appeared to be faded leaves. With each new arrival the others stirred and suddenly there was a flutter of stained glass. It is still a glorious time of the late summer but it becomes an amen and a farewell.
As Ecclesiastes says, there is a time and a season for everything.
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