Wall Street Journal, March 20, 2014, OPINION, Page A13:
OPINION
Spring Is Here—Why Take a Break?
If you are inclined to look for the meaning of life, get thee to a garden.
March 19, 2014 7:14 p.m. ET
As Thursday is the first day of spring, it seems timely to ask, why does anyone go on spring vacation? It seems odd to fly to a tropical destination at the very moment that one of the great astonishments of life on Earth is taking place right at home. When friends tell me their spring-vacation plans, they mention the word "escape."
Really? You want to escape from spring? That's like fleeing paradise. Far better to escapeto spring.
You cannot access the season's magic on your laptop or smartphone; you can't watch it on TV or catch it on your radio or simply read about it. If you wish to apprehend spring in its ineffable splendor, you have to show up in person, with every one of your senses engaged, and personally participate in this annual miracle.
The media world in which we dwell offers us a shared spectacle of limitless images, constant chatter, endless noise, infinite information and mountains of data—at once a stimulant and a narcotic. What's lacking in this man-made media galaxy is everything that matters: beauty, love, magic, mystery, grandeur, rapture, the miraculous. Not to forget poetry, delicacy, refinement, purity, splendor, intimacy, innocence, fulfillment, inspiration. And then there's nuance, drama, poignancy, integrity, harmony.
Where will you find these? On your smartphone? Non. On your tropical vacation? Unlikely. Discover the magnitude, mystery and wonder of life at home, working in your garden, in springtime.
If you are inclined to look for the meaning of life, get thee to a garden. There are profound reasons why the garden is central in the sacred texts of major religions. Since ancient times, it has been the place where the soul goes to exercise, while simultaneously engaged in a multilayered dance with earth, plants, sun, birds, bees, hummingbirds, butterflies, night and day, temperature, the faithful earthworm, water, minerals, fragrance, a cast of thousands of microorganisms, our stalwart friends the fungi, chlorophyll, nectar. I think of it as a ballet in the biosphere.
In primitive times, when people were more advanced, religion, science, custom, magic, ritual and myth—one and the same in those days—were chiefly focused on spring, how to encourage its return, and with it, the return of life. Unlike our vacationing escapees, our distant ancestors weren't certain that spring would come around once more. The laws of nature had yet to be invented, and calendars were in short supply.
In "The Golden Bough," first published in 1890, the Scottish anthropologist James George Frazer wrote of the ancient spring rites: "It was natural that with such thoughts and fears he [our ancestor] should have done all in his power to bring back the faded blossom to bough, to swing the low sun of winter up to his old place in the summer sky, and restore its orbed fullness to the silver lamp of the waning moon."
There's a difference between the first day of spring and the first springlike day. When the spring weather arrives, take time to wander the garden and home landscape gradually, lucidly, taking note of the season's early arrivals, the flower and vegetable avant-garde.
The robins are on location, announcing their arrival with a song; starlings poke under leaves for savory insects and worms. In the vegetable garden, garlic and asparagus bask in the spring sunlight.
The lawn is dappled with snowdrops, crocuses, sweet william, vivid yellow winter aconites; tulips and daffodils push from the earth sunward. The humble skunk cabbage is flourishing, having determinedly pushed its way through the snow a week or two back. Hail, skunk cabbage!
Fragrant hints of rosemary, lavender, thyme and basil crisscross the herb garden. The moist earth, warmed by the sun, exudes a musky, sense-soaking, mind-freeing perfume. In her collection of short stories, "Bluebeard's Egg," Margaret Atwood observes: "In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."
Welcome to my spring vacation.
Mr. Ball is chairman of the Burpee Company and a former president of the American Horticultural Society.
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