You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Isaiah 55:12 (NIV)
Ok, so when do trees clap? In the Blue Ridge they often clap in March. The sound of the wind rustling the leaves and conifer needles and flowing over branches gives the auditory sense of applause. In March that sound can be as standing ovation.
An ovation to laud what? It could be the demise of Winter or the arrival of Spring. This year I would wager it is for the fine prognosticating job Punxsutawney Phil did on February 2nd. No matter the reason, as I will accept all excuses, I agree and stand with the trees and clap along.
Rather than the muted oratory of the winter breeze in the bare trees on the Blue slopes, March brings the warming up of the mountain choirs. Bird song, insect activity and the “peepers” in my creek in this early Spring, all join in the crescendo of life that starts in March, fully arrives in April and sounds until October.
The sound and force of March winds can be fierce in these mountains. 20 odd years ago, when we lived in Boone, I had an MGB that was decapitated by the cutting tempests around the Ides. I woke up, looked out the window, and the fabric top of my car was completely gone, leaving only the frame. I searched diligently but never found it. Probably landed somewhere down in the Piedmont.
March is almost passed now and it’s winds are preparing to blow in the April showers. I applaud that as well.
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