[image: cherry blossom time, 2014, JA Van Devender]
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Song of Solomon 2:10–12 (NKJV)
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me: “Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away.
11 For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone. 12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.
The nicest things about the mid-latitudes of the geographical U. S., are the flowering trees, especially the cherries. Don't get me wrong, I grew up with Magnolias, Azelias and Dogwoods and they were and are beautiful. The difference is the relative length of spring and the contrasting hardwoods that set off the blossoms. The South is blessed and cursed with the prevailing pine tree. A pine forest has its charm, but hardwoods furnish a more rounded (literally) and full background. Spring is usually "longer" here with a few more weeks of cooler weather and less humidity and the flowers hang around longer.
Anyway, when the "flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come." It's true... there is something about a nice spring day with soft breezes and deep blue skies and the sky line set off by puffy whites, pinks and reds, underneath which are the waving Daffodil trumpets. It makes the "heart sing."
How appropriate that the Lord chose Spring for (first) the Passover and then, in fulfillment of that feast, (second) Easter.
It just had to be a spring day when that tomb opened and the Lord walked out. There just had to be flowers edging the plot, providing a comedic contrast to the stupified soldiers that were supposed to be "guarding" it. There just had to be a "nature" shout of brightening sun-rise flooding His face as the cool breath of fresh air filled His lungs, replacing the stagnant damp of the tomb.
He rose to claim His bride... to call her to the marriage feast... to the love of God expressed in the Son of God... that which is reflected in the beauty of God's creation... and to the promise of an eternal spring in the offing . There is joy... peace at last... and hope.
The best hour of the day for Spring is sunrise.... a fitting metaphor for the Risen Son Himself who brings the time of singing.