I think I can easily say that Spring
has always been my favorite season of all. Spring is very sensual,
fresh, and brimming with life.. As a child of the East Tennessee
mountains I have so many rich images of this special time of the year.
Please allow me to take you there as I reminisce through my images of
springs from my childhood on a 65 acre Appalachian farm.
- wet, slick, shivering, wobbly, newborn calves
- fragrant pink apple blossoms
- defiant yellow dandelions dotting our yard
- the color of green everywhere, so green you can smell its fragrance
- animals mating all over the place
- washing windows to remove the last evidence of winter and fall
- mending broken fences so the newborn calves and their moms will stay nearby
- wild green onions doting the landscape and milk that is undrinkable from the smell
- newly sprouted lettuce beds covered with canvas to protect them from late frosts
- newly hatched, fluffy, yellow baby chicks following mama hen
- muddy, flooded creeks and rivers overflowing their banks
- wild creasy greens just waiting to be picked, cooked and enjoyed
- the smell of newly plowed soil
- creek baptisms with shivering girls in white dresses pinned around their legs
- the sound of "Morning Has Broken"
- black patent leather shoes and white socks
- the smell of freshly burned tobacco beds now waiting to be sown
- the feel of cold dirt under your feet; dirt not yet warmed by the spring sunshine
- the linger of cold Northern winds that chill you to the bone
- multi-colored pastel Easter eggs
- ducks on the pond with their young ducklings
- the smell of a freshly cut lawn
