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Real Answers™
Copyright: © 2011 Gregory J. Rummo
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By: Gregory J. Rummo


For the last two weeks, the waterfall behind our house has been a thundering cascade of spring runoff. It's been the drum roll leading up to the first day of spring, when the cymbal will crash and the Earth will arrive at that point in its orbit around the sun where it will be light for as many hours as it will be dark.

Finally, we witness the celestial climax to the prelude whose crescendo has been growing now for more than a month in the forests and lakes all around us here in the Northeast.


I’ve seen migratory flocks of Canada geese undulating like strands of limp black thread suspended against steel gray skies thousands of feet overhead, their wild, cacophonous honking clearly audible in spite of their altitude. A small gaggle of Ring-necked Ducks suddenly appeared on our lake one morning a week ago and I watched them as they took turns diving for small fish for breakfast. I have heard the unmistakable whistles of Wood Ducks from deep in the woods, restless as they look for a cavity in an old growth tree in which to make a nest.


The mounds of snow and ice, yards high in some places that had encrusted azaleas and rhododendrons only four weeks ago have finally dissolved into the ground while the sun, grudgingly climbing ever higher in the sky, day by day, has coaxed the first shoots of Daffodils and Crocus from their chilly underground, earthen lairs.

The arrival of spring has always marked a rebirth, not just for nature but also for humans. It is a time of awakening, a time to forget the old and to embrace the new, a time to give thanks.  


King Solomon weighed in on it when he wrote these words from his Old Testament "Song”: "See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance."


Spring is a release from the drudgery that after three months has made us all ready for a change—like having to wear layers of heavy clothing, white-knuckle drives to work on icy roads and leaving home in the morning while it’s still dark only to return again in darkness later the same afternoon.

The Crocus and Daffodils pushing up through the pine bark nuggets out by the road in front of our house are yet another prelude to the appearance of more flowers in the weeks ahead; the migratory ducks in the lake and the geese overhead are harbingers of a menagerie of birds like warblers and thrushes yet to appear in the trees.


The fragrant bouquet of wood fires is slowly giving way to the intoxicating aroma of the warming earth which will shortly be followed by that of new mown grass, fresh piles of damp cedar mulch and hotdogs and hamburgers grilling on neighbor’s barbecues.   


I am looking forward to that first morning when I can sit outside on the deck with a cup of coffee watching the sunrise while feeling comfortable without having to don a fleece or a heavy woolen shirt.

Whatever your passion in life, take time to pause from it for a moment over the next few weeks and just sit and watch and enjoy the spectacle of spring unfold before your eyes.  

And give thanks.


Gregory J. Rummo is a businessman, journalist, and the author of “The View from the Grass Roots,” and “The View from the Grass Roots – Another Look.” Contact him at

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