Mother nature bats her big beautiful eyes and with every flutter of her brush-like lashes, a new flush of green spreads across the ground.
Last week the ground was brown – oh, so brittle brown and beige. Then when Sunday became Monday, I noticed a limey-green shadow hinting at its presence, but hovering down below like a fish you can see just under the surface of the still lake. Then you can’t.
When Monday became Tuesday, I saw it again; hovering just a bit closer as if waiting for sunlight or a handful of bread crumbs.
Ah, the green is there, but not yet here.
I doubt my eyes. Perhaps I don’t see at all what I think I see. It is so illusive. The ground is indeed still very very brown. I blink, and when I refocus, I am sure that Mother Nature has also blinked along with me. I feel the breeze of her lashes – butterfly kisses on my cheek. She is very close, oh so close!
When Tuesday became Wednesday, I felt her breath on the back of my neck and I saw the green dust that the ahs left over the fields when I awoke on Thursday morning.
She is the queen of all grace and beauty. She flirts with me, batting those big eyes over my naked and ripe soul. Shinning emeralds fall from their feathery tips.
She lures me. We share a playful giggle. She is preparing her home for me, I am sure.
Oh yes, I will follow her into tomorrow!