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
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