I Love Spring

See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come. Song of Sol. 2:11-12a

spring2_Image by Couleur from Pixabay

I love anticipating the explosion of tiny green buds into a verdant canopy and carpet that cocoon me in new life, seemingly overnight. Is the sky bluer or it does it only appear that way against the contrasting green?

I love the bursting brilliance of color that shoos away winter’s gray—golden forsythia waving in the breeze, bobbing yellow daffodils, crocuses, hyacinths and tulips flaunting petals of pink and purple, yellow and red.

I love leaving my bulky coat in the closet with scarf and gloves, donning a simple sweater instead.

I love days that stretch longer and seventh-inning stretches at Yankee games.

I love blossoming cherry trees, magnolias, and dogwoods.

I love stepping outside into sparkling sunlight shining from the bluest of blue skies, dotted with cumulus clouds, cheerful, puffy and white.

I love strawberries for $1.99, sweet and juicy, which promise to become sweeter and juicier.

I love spring rains that produce rushing streams, full reservoirs, and splashing puddles.

I love swaths of rich brown, freshly, plowed earth intersecting green farmland, ready for seeds.

I love spring because it’s a season of promise. It reminds me that winter—in nature and in my life—is not as harsh or fruitless as it appears. I have seen many winters pass, annually and personally, and each one was followed by a season of singing.

Spring. Promise. Hope. Beauty. Life. Singing.

Image by Couleur from Pixabay.