The Year's At The Spring

It happens every year when winter is winding down! One day the temperature shoots up to sixty and I am infected with spring fever. Today is the day!

Winter still has a week to go before we reach the equinox but  I am ready for a change of seasons. After months of sitting at my laptop pecking away day after day, the warm air didn't have to coax me to come outside. I raked the trash out of the shrubbery, cleaned some windows, hung sheets on the line, and walked my trail. I was walking two miles a day until it got too cold. I know I will have to work up to it gradually so I only walked a section of my trail. It felt good to be more active and outside again.

Each season has a beauty of its own but I think I like spring the best. Perhaps that's because it is a season of renewal, hope, and promise. After months of a dead brown landscape, a few warm days is all it takes to turn the world green again. New life is always a miracle and a gift from God.

The year's at the spring,

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hill-side's dew-pearled;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in his Heaven— 

All's right with the world! 

Robert Browning