Signs of Spring

May 7th, 2013

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

As Emily Dickinson wrote,

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune – without the words,
And never stops – at all,

After a difficult winter for so many people across the world, in our nation, locally, and personally, it is Hope that carries all of us forward to a brighter future.  Spring is a time of renewal, promise, and hope.

Metropolitan Opera House at Lincoln Center

I always thought it was obnoxious of parents to boast about their young children’s accomplishments, however, I think grandparents, especially Grandmas, can boast all they want.  Grandparents have earned the right to boast and brag and beam with pride at any time and any opportunity.  As the school year winds down, the youngster concert season is in full swing.  My younger granddaughter played cello with her classmates at their elementary school concert.  She had a solo part and had a great time!  She is also finishing the season with her “Traveling Soccer Team”.

Avery Fisher Hall

Her older sister, now in seventh grade, continues to play viola with the Greater Westchester Youth Orchestras Association.  Their spring concert was held in Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center this past Sunday.  It was an afternoon filled with beaming, proud parents and grandparents.  The Junior String Orchestra beautifully played pieces by Vivaldi, Schubert, and modern composer, Janice Macaulay.  The orchestra was wonderful!

The Junior String Orchestra

The flowering trees are in full bloom and the air smells sweet and earthy.  The forsythia outdid itself this season.  The tulips and daffodils are finishing and the azaleas are on the edge of bursting into bloom.  The sky is a cloudless bright blue and the sun stays with us longer each day.  Yes, it is spring in the north east.  Finally.

As another American poet, Langston Hughes, wrote:

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

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