Signs of Spring
This post comes with a soundtrack 🙂
Recorded this morning on the second last day of winter as I rode beside Tallebudgera Creek at West Burleigh Heads. You’ll hear the birdsong of Pied Currawongs, Magpies and Rainbow Lorikeets, cars passing by and a plane buzzing overhead.
Yet still the birds sing on, each in their own voice, telling me there are signs of Spring.
You know, when it’s soon to be Spring. Signposts appear that mark the movement into this new season. The land speaks differently across latitudes and longitudes. But everywhere, it speaks.
The leaves of the Jacaranda trees are beginning to yellow. Soon they’ll drop their lace-like frames to the ground, leaving bare grey limbs, ready for purple blooms. They’ll paint brilliant lilac flourishes on tall limbs, stretching into new skies.
The creek mouth narrows where it meets the sea. Winter sands gather and want to move the Currumbin Creek mouth north, but the man-made rock walls resist its flow. So the creek slowly, slowly closes. Soon the sand dredge will arrive to open it again, sucking, pumping, piping and spitting the sand to a new beach.
The Wattle blossoms with their sweet wintery scent are almost spent.
Azaleas begin to bloom.
People start talking about Christmas.
Birds begin to gather threads for their nests. Sticks, string, leaves. This year we found a Noisy Miner, selecting fibres of purple wool from a garment drying on our verandah.
The chip, chip of the first baby birds sounded this week.
And the pair of Wood Ducks that nest each year in our gardens has returned. One year they nested in a planter box on the balcony above ours. When it came time for the chicks to leave, mother duck quacked early one morning from the concrete driveway below. Quack! Quack! Quack! Ducklings lingered on the edge of the concrete planter box, hesitant, teetering, chirping feverishly. Quack! Quack! Mother Duck called. Then a waterfall of ducklings began the descent, free-falling six metres to the pebble-textured concrete. Momentarily, each duckling lay splayed on the ground, then shook, stood and waddled on new legs towards a new life.
And the birds sing on.
Lively sounds of a new season where life expands into its perfect alignment.
FOOTNOTE: The phrase, “the land speaks” is attributed to Jackie French, Senior Australian of the Year for 2015 and author of a wonderful book entitled Let the Land Speak. It is a wonderful interpretation of how the land itself has shaped Australia’s history and why we must listen to it. The book was published by Harper Collins in 2013.
In her acceptance speech as 2015 Senior Australian of the Year…
“We will change the world and it will be extraordinary.”