On one of my morning mountain climbs, I overheard one woman say to another that she could hear the moss and flowers growing. I wished my ears were as acute as hers, just so I could listen in on the rest of their conversation. How completely out of context did I take that statement, not knowing anything else about the conversation? Who cares? It's fun to think about...
What would that sound like? I imagine it would be a soft sound... like a baby stretching. Or the yawn of a field mouse. When they drink the raindrops, do they sound like fish bubbles? When they open to the sun, do they let out a satisfying sigh?
Wouldn't it be amazing to be a robin for a day...silent on the lawn, a tilt of the head, listening to the movement of the worms under the soil... what does that sound like? I imagine it might sound like soft static from an old record player.
I may not be able to hear these things, but I can see them, and take in their delicate fragrances... and who can walk by a fuzzy bud without touching it? I know I can't resist.
Happy Spring everyone...welcome it with all your senses.
May the Easter Bunny twitch his whiskers at you and leave you something special... and chocolatey!