Signs of Spring
- Debra Flaming
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When the earth begins to whisper “wake up.”
There is a subtle shift that happens before spring ever officially arrives.
It isn’t loud.It isn’t dramatic.It doesn’t ask permission.
It simply begins.
And if you’re paying attention — you see it.
The Peacock Lightening: A Royal Announcement
Our male Peacock Lightening has decided it is time.
Time to strut. Time to shimmer. Time to remind everyone that he is, in fact, magnificent.
His iridescent blues and greens catch the sunlight like living jewels. He circles, fans, rattles his feathers, and turns slowly — as if the whole farm were his stage.
There is something almost joyful about his confidence. He doesn’t question whether it’s spring. He simply responds to it.
Creation knows.
Daffodils: The First Brave Ones
The daffodils are pushing through cold soil.
Not waiting for perfect warmth.Not waiting for applause.
Just rising.
That first green blade breaking through the brown earth feels like a quiet miracle every single year. They are the brave ones — the first to declare that winter does not have the final word.
Their yellow faces will soon turn toward the sun, bright and unapologetic.
Hope always starts small.
The Trees Are Waking
If you look closely at the trees, you’ll see it.
The tiniest swelling at the tips of branches.A softening of color.A whisper of green.
They don’t burst into bloom overnight. They prepare quietly.
Life is moving beneath the bark long before leaves ever appear.
And isn’t that true of us, too?
Sometimes growth is invisible before it becomes undeniable.
Spring Doesn’t Shout. It Unfolds.
Here at Flaming Acres, we are watching carefully.
The soil temperature.The lengthening days.The rhythm of light.
Dahlias love warmth. They will wait until the conditions are right. But the signs are gathering. The earth is stretching. The farm is stirring.
There is something deeply comforting about the faithfulness of seasons.
“He makes everything beautiful in its time.” — Ecclesiastes 3:11
Spring is not rushed. It is revealed.
And as Peacock Lightening continues his parade, the daffodils rise, and the trees quietly prepare, I’m reminded that renewal rarely arrives all at once.
It begins with small signs.
A feather shimmer. A green shoot. A swelling bud.
What signs of spring are you noticing where you are?
With hope stirring,
Debra Flaming
