marcoujor: April's Antics

The month of April is here, yet snow is falling as I begin this week’s musings. At this stage, there is no expected accumulation of significance. The fluffy flakes are filled with bluster, albeit short-lived once hitting the ground. 

Weather like this reminds me of the constancy of change - a nudge to expect the unexpected - with the ongoing challenge to remain positive, hopeful and forward moving.

The Simon & Garfunkel tune: "April Come She Will" has been in my mind of late.  This was published in 1965, when I was a mere babe at the age of four.  While the details are lacking, I know that music was infused into me from my days hanging out in the crib.

Only in later years, however, did I begin to listen to, sometimes even study, the words in songs. Lyrics are musical poetry - open to such different interpretations by us listeners.
 
If you are so inclined, listen to this classic … I’ve included the lyrics in case you sing along, as I do … :)

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April come she will
by Simon & Garfunkel
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​April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old

These lyrics may seem somber, even depressing. For me, however, I hear peaceful acceptance of the inevitable changing of the seasons. 

​I took this picture in the front of our home as snow and a first daffodil’s worlds collided on this early April morning.

My thoughts naturally wander to my beautiful mother and what I believe was her favorite Bible passage … from Ecclesiastes 3 (King James Version):

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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven;
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time    to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace

Here is the musical rendition of this timeless wisdom performed by The Byrds: 

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In conclusion, I’m hoping your Easter was rejuvenating, peaceful and hopeful … here are some lovely notes I received from dear friends. May you find them as inspiring as I did: 

Hoping your spring florals are making an appearance. We have yellow lilies and purple clover popping up everywhere. It feels so good to see some color showing up against the sleepy, winter landscape.

Beautiful images, warm thoughts, and the hope that abounds with the promise of Spring...this is what Easter is truly all about.
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ShoutOuts:

☙ The Joy of Having an Extended Family on the Internet via Martie’s Foyer

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Until next week, wishing you peace and music in you heart, mar