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Somewhere Over the Grape Arbor

Spring:  To appear or come into being quickly
(Free On-Line Dictionary)
Somewhere Over the Grape Arbor ... Rainbow
Today is officially the first day of Spring.  It has been extremely wet and blustery, almost like the season is wanting to make a bold statement announcing its arrival.  At the same time there is a gentleness in the day...the sun peaking through the dark skies, bright golden blooms of forsythia swaying in the breeze and the buds ready to burst open on the flowering cherry trees.  All promises yet to be fulfilled.

The definition that I've used for "spring" is not related to the season, but rather an action; however, it seems appropriate for the season as well.  Sometimes it appears suddenly, quite taking us by surprise, much like the appearance of a rainbow in the midst of a shower. 

Somewhere over the grape arbor there are activities.  It could be pruning the grapes, pulling weeds or just chasing the rainbow to see where it leads...finding the roads less travelled.  I'm going to look for Spring to appear!  Take a listen: Somewhere Over the Rainbow  Such a delicate version of the song.  Enjoy!

I'm out there searching for adventures ~ Missy

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  1. Wildlife Art by SylMarch 20, 2013 at 7:00 PM

    Your description of spring, makes me want to find a less traveled road and explore it..Beautiful music ....

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    1. Missy AMarch 21, 2013 at 3:35 PM

      That is my favorite rendition of that "Somewhere". I'm also wanting to find some roads to travel.

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