Strings of crocuses herald Candlemas. Butter yellow globes and eerie lilac spears in the plant pots in front of the house, in the park, and along the roadside. They are still buds, closed up tight but ready to burst, brave signals of the season to come. On the eve of Candlemas the sky is aflame: indigo and lilac clouds against an azure sky, pink and orange stripes across the horizon.
At dawn, all that remains of the colour is a thick orange band across the horizon. In a sky of two halves, white clouds scud against blue to the north and a mass of grey veils the south. There is a stillness within the whipping wind that accords with the deep energy of Candlemas. It isn’t yet spring, but spring is stirring. Deep within the earth, transformation is afoot. The shoots and the catkins and the baby leaves give something away, but for now the earth holds onto her mysteries.
The blossom tree that toppled in a storm two years ago is still alive, lying on its side. A small flock of wood pigeons forage on the grass before it. Another of the fallen has been denuded and bleached, but is a skeletal limb on the ground. The landscape seems to be a tangle of ivy, its berries mostly eaten.
At the creek, a group of long-tailed tits bounce over the path from one tree to another, calling softly. The burn is low and still. A robin sings from high up in the canopy. A pair of mallards float quietly on the small weed-choked pond. Six magpies squabble on the grass and a seagull soars on the wind high above. The reeds that line the burn have all been scythed, I think because they were being set on fire by local ruffians. A few marsh marigold flowers are vivid yellow splashes in the stream.
Mahonia blooms at the edge of the pond. The daffodil shoots are out but there is no hint of any flowers yet. Mallards float languidly and a couple of black headed gulls swoop in. Moorhens flute softly from the reeds. A pair of mallards bob heads in unison. A heron is hunched on the edge of the reeds, back turned to the pond and head under his wing.
It has been too long since I came to the dene, but the signs of the season are much as always, re-assuring me that some things don’t change. I am trying to re-set myself. After months lacking motivation, staying out of the world and not paying attention, I hope this walk will stir something in me, re-awaken the creative spirit. It is a quiet start, but an intentional one. In the coming days, I will watch the crocuses unfurl their tiny splendours, listen to a robin sing his heart out in a tree of catkins and spot my first ever redwing. The earth is awakening and so am I.
Welcome back, Andrea. This Candlemas post of the quarter day pull is strong and flows through your writing. Loved your description and hopefulness.
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Thank you Pat.
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What a BEAUTIFUL blog post! I especially loved these sentences: “It isn’t yet spring, but spring is stirring. Deep within the earth, transformation is afoot. The shoots and the catkins and the baby leaves give something away, but for now the earth holds onto her mysteries.” I am very grateful to be reminded that sometimes transformations remain hidden until it is time for them to bloom forth! I also am inspired to go for a walk and visit the tired little wetland area which remains (surrounded by human houses, walkways, roads, subway stations and highways) a few blocks from where I live outside of Boston, MA in order to see what I might find stirring there…
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Thanks so much for your kind words Will, I hope you go for that walk and it inspires you!
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I sincerely hope that walk does reawaken your creativity. I, for one, have greatly missed these walks. You are an exquisite storyteller, my friend.
Best wishes to you
Bill
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Thanks Bill, I hope so too!
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Just the walk I needed! You haven’t lost your writing powers!
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Thanks Bruce.
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Sounds like we are similar, Andrea, a bit of torpor and hibernation/rest comes upon us during the dark months. Our awakening, sometimes slow and fitful, follows nature as it slowly unfurls from winter to spring. 💜
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Here’s to unfurling 🙂
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Spring is definitely stirring and with it comes a sense of new life within us. I’ve said this before but it is true to say that you paint beautiful paintings with your words.:)
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Thanks so much Janet.
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This is such a beautiful write, Andrea. I was walking along with you, a tad in awe as there are zero signs of spring here!
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Thanks Dale, it’s been quite mild here, they were threatening us with snow on Thursday but they seem to have changed their minds 🙂
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Their threats are not too scary, then! Here in Montreal, we are going through a cold snap. I’m pretty fed up of it! Course, it is only mid-February and we have way less snow than usual. Oh, snap… maybe I shouldn’t have said that!!
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Of course you haven’t just jinxed the whole city!
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I sure hope not! 😉
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Hi Andrea, It’s good to read your words. I’m glad the spring is reawakening your creativity.
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Thanks Alethea.
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I was so pleased to see your post here today, Andrea! I’m sorry you have had no motivation recently. So frustrating and depressing, but burgeoning spring seems to have lit a little flame in you and got your thoughts ‘stirring’. Beautiful descriptions and lovely photos as ever! ❤
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Lovely to see you too Clare, I hope you’re well.
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Yes, I’m fine thank you, Andrea.
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Nice to find your post. I can see the text but only one photo. Maybe it is me and WordPress.
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Nice to see you Jo, not sure why you can’t see all the photos….
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Today I can see them! Maybe they were just slow stirring! Lovely!
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I have been hoping you will be writing here again and feel moved by this strong evocation of the changing of the seasons.
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Thank you Anne, it’s lovely to see you.
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How that resonates with me.Perfect.
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Thank you.
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Lovely writing, Andrea! It is good to hear your voice again & especially at this time of year when Mother Earth stirs. 🤗🙋♂️
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Thanks Ashley, good to see you here.
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Hi Andrea, it is lovely to see this gorgeous post from you.
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Thanks for your kind words Robbie.
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My pleasure
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How lovely to read your words again, Andrea! Especially as your awakening world echoes ours and yes, I found myself writing again yesterday afternoon, sentences flowing rather than being stalled by the news of the day and local unrest.
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Thanks Kim, I’m glad you’re stirring too 🙂
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You see? Sometimes it’s just the pull of nature that revives our spirit. You have just been resting, like the many seeds, and will undoubtedly bloom in your own time and way. 🌱
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Thanks Jeanne, hopefully that’s true!
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Good to see you!!
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Thanks GP!
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Sometimes I think we humans should hibernate. I feel like you at times, and thankfully Spring can bring restoration. Best wishes Andrea. A beautiful bit of writing as always.
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Thanks Denzil, today the spring sun is shining…
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Bore da, Andrea. It was wonderful to stroll in The Dean with you and share the harbingers of spring. You’re right, the blue touch paper of spring has been lighted. The wheel of transition is turning. All we have to do now is watch and wait for the big display. I’m already buzzing with the anticipation of what’s to come.
It’s good that you got to see Redwing because they’ll be leaving us soon.
Thanks for putting such a lovely post together, I found it very enjoyable to read.
Best wishes to everyone. Take care.
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Good to see you Mick, hope you’re all well.
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Hello, Andrea. I’m happy you’re back on line. We’ve all missed you.
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Thanks Mick, and I’ve missed you too!
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Hello, Andrea. You and Winston are never very far from our thoughts. The first Swallow of Summer will soon be with us. Take care.
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Ohhh, I needed this. I needed the reminder that winter is slowly unfurling, deep down where we can’t see, but where you can feel. Our crocus won’t come to light until mid-April (if we’re lucky), but still, the earth moans below as she prepares for new life.
And yes, we creatives must revitalize our imaginations, urging our stories forth. Please, urge yours on and on.
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Thank you Pam, there is deep Pam magic stirring beneath the soil 🙂
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Such wonderful word-pictures you paint. And then the photos, too! Delightful to see 🙂
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Thanks Crispina.
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It’s so good to see you back, Andrea. Even if it’s intentional, it’s a lovely start. And sometimes, we have to force ourselves to write to get back to it. As always, I enjoyed reading your beautiful writing very much. So vivid and hopeful.
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Thank you Smitha.
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Things are stirring here, too, Andrea and, like you, I’ve lacked motivation and spirit. But, I can feel the gentle shifts each day. Spring comes somewhat later for us in the mountains but the subtle changes are slowly revealing themselves. Amazing how we wait and wait and then seems like it happened over night with trees popping out and flowers coming up from the ground. Love and hugs, my friend. Enjoy your spring.
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I hope spring comes soon for you too Pat and that it brings some of its spirit with it.
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Thanks, Andrea, but going to have to wait a bit longer. Just getting through one of our biggest snowstorms in a long time — about 30 inches.
We’re in melting mode now and look forward to seeing some green grass shoots underneath when it does.
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It’s the redwings I’m looking for but they’re not here yet… So pleased to know you are seeing them there! Love this season of slow gathering. May your creative endeavors bloom with the catkins…
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Thanks Sun, I hope they get too you soon 🙂
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Spring will continue to inspire you, hopefully.
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I hope so!
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I enjoyed this celebration of the seasons, Andrea, an awakening in the earth and all its inhabitants, including you. The dene sounds so wonderful with nature everywhere. Your words are moving and appreciated.
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Thank you Jet.
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Such a lovely post! Thank you for sharing your walk with us … I felt like I was there!
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Thanks Julie, it’s nice to see you.
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Andrea, thank you for sharing your beautiful walk with its wonderful sense of stillness and observation. I felt a rekindling, an awakening within myself reading your gentle reflections. Nature has that gift, of all being the same yet strikingly unique with each visit. A lovely post! xx
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Thanks Annika, I hope spring helps to kindle that awakening!
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Ah yes… I feel this.
Beautiful writing, as always, Andrea.
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Thanks Julie 🙂
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As observant and evocative as ever Andrea. A naturalist will have a field day around there but for everyone just a wander around will be restorative. Still I hope all that nature has had quite enough rain for now and we might get some finer weather.
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Thanks Roy, still plenty of rain around for the moment!
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May the earth’s reawakening rekindle your own senses. Wishing you a marvelous spring.
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Thank you – and you too!
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Spring is stirring, transformation is afoot… This is one of the best feelings of the year. There is something about the chaos of spring that draws me in and usually overwhelms me 🙂 Your opening of this post is beautifully written ~ and is matched by the dawn sky of your photo. It is the dawn of a new season, and with it comes the hope and mystery that fuels life on Earth but, perhaps more importantly, ignites a bit of creativity within us as we, too, take off our winter coats and unlayer our thoughts and come to life again. I wish you a wonderful and creative spring ahead, Andrea.
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Wishing you a great spring too – it’s a challenging season, but an inspiring one.
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