It's just two weeks until Easter, now, and as Christians prepare to rejoice that the Lord is risen, we wildflower lovers also rejoice that Coltsfoot has risen as well. Alleluia! The season of blooming is here! Bursting forth in glory from out of the cold dead leaves, the common little Coltsfoot speaks to me of resurrection far more than any pampered, florist-bred Easter Lily could. Like God's love, they are freely given, they spring forth unbidden, there's not a thing we had to do to deserve them, nor a penny we have to spend to enjoy them. Also, like the Incarnate One who dwelt among the lowly, they make their home among the poorest soils, brightening desolate roadsides where little else will grow. It's said that they even have healing powers, as a remedy for sore throats and coughs. So bless you, dear little Coltsfoot. It gives me great joy to welcome you once more.
And as much as I love Coltsfoot, the hungry bees have reason to celebrate you even more, finding treasure among your golden troves of pollen, long before any other flowers have yet to bloom.
4 comments:
Always, your words read like poetry and your photographs bring hope. Thank you for continuing.
I don't know why, but we are always weeks behind you for coltsfoot even though we are warmed a bit by the river. Glad to see that something is blooming though!
Keep inspiring us, Jacqueline! Love the photos and your words, too!!
It is a bright welcome to spring!
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