Sitting on a bench up on a hill in the Arboretum; cloudless sky
Warmth of the winter sun is suddenly chilled by the short bursts of a fluttering wind telling me that even though it looks like spring – its still winter.
The brownish landscape and barren trees are signs that we’re in the Lenten season. The harshness of this New England winter is readily seen on the faces of trees and shrubs. The dormancy and silence of this oasis that’s right in the middle of the city is periodically disturbed by the occasional jogger and/or of someone walking their dog. As I look around, I can almost sense and hear from deep down that soon there’s going to be a Resurrection, an awakening.
The snow that softly caressed and blanketed the hillside has sweetly melted to provide the much needed water to nourish the roots. This water will give life to the elms, oaks, birches, and the many other exotic trees from around the world that have been transplanted here among the shrubs and bushes. Approximately forty-five days from now the lilacs on this hill will be visited by people from many parts of the world. They are rehearsing for the magnificent show that usually opens up at the end of April and runs through the second Sunday in May, which is aptly called Lilac Sunday. In their honor, the Arboretum has an open house where just for this day only it allows people to picnic on the grounds. People will visit each bush and will be consumed not only by the most beautiful array of colors that man could never duplicate but also by their wonderful intoxicating perfume which will soon make you forget about any man made fragrances.
The sensuality that exudes from lilac hill has made many a censor come close to deeming this show, “Banned in Boston.” All this is God’s wonderful creation and he gives to us all for free. Yes, it is Lent even in the Arboretum but all will change as Easter will soon be celebrated with the sunrise service that will held on Peter’s Hill.
Warmth of the winter sun is suddenly chilled by the short bursts of a fluttering wind telling me that even though it looks like spring – its still winter.
The brownish landscape and barren trees are signs that we’re in the Lenten season. The harshness of this New England winter is readily seen on the faces of trees and shrubs. The dormancy and silence of this oasis that’s right in the middle of the city is periodically disturbed by the occasional jogger and/or of someone walking their dog. As I look around, I can almost sense and hear from deep down that soon there’s going to be a Resurrection, an awakening.
The snow that softly caressed and blanketed the hillside has sweetly melted to provide the much needed water to nourish the roots. This water will give life to the elms, oaks, birches, and the many other exotic trees from around the world that have been transplanted here among the shrubs and bushes. Approximately forty-five days from now the lilacs on this hill will be visited by people from many parts of the world. They are rehearsing for the magnificent show that usually opens up at the end of April and runs through the second Sunday in May, which is aptly called Lilac Sunday. In their honor, the Arboretum has an open house where just for this day only it allows people to picnic on the grounds. People will visit each bush and will be consumed not only by the most beautiful array of colors that man could never duplicate but also by their wonderful intoxicating perfume which will soon make you forget about any man made fragrances.
The sensuality that exudes from lilac hill has made many a censor come close to deeming this show, “Banned in Boston.” All this is God’s wonderful creation and he gives to us all for free. Yes, it is Lent even in the Arboretum but all will change as Easter will soon be celebrated with the sunrise service that will held on Peter’s Hill.
How wonderful!
How fitting!! Alleluia!!!
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