Renewal
There’s nothing quite like it all year long. The first step outside where the rain lingers on the sidewalk, the smell of grass and dirt in the air. The conversation of the birds louder this morning, happy and lyrical.
It’s the sort of day that should only happen on a Saturday. Where you pack up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a bag of chips and lemonade and head out on the road to a park you haven’t been to all year. Where you’ll walk through damp paths in the woods, feeling the warmth of the sun on your face, reflections of light on the water. The sort of day where everyone should own a dog. Where frolicking in the fallen leaves from last fall, having shoes and paws full of mud from the damp, warm earth, when you sit on a rock or a bench and feel the cool dampness of spring rising.
It’s the sort of day that makes the winter tolerable. Having memories of days of hope carries you through the cold, bitter, winter months. A day where you take in a deep breath and exhale with the realization that there is life after all. And life is good. Days like today make me appreciate living in a region where there are four seasons. Only with the winter do we truly appreciate the spring.
These are the days when it takes all my willpower to not start planting the flower boxes. Knowing there will be frosts yet to come, it’s still the delicate days, given only here and there, unexpectedly, teasingly. But these days remind us that the planting days are coming, that the deck will soon be colorful and overflowing with draping flowers, singing birds and pollinating bees.
Today we turned the corner into spring. Today is a beautiful day.
It’s the sort of day that should only happen on a Saturday. Where you pack up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a bag of chips and lemonade and head out on the road to a park you haven’t been to all year. Where you’ll walk through damp paths in the woods, feeling the warmth of the sun on your face, reflections of light on the water. The sort of day where everyone should own a dog. Where frolicking in the fallen leaves from last fall, having shoes and paws full of mud from the damp, warm earth, when you sit on a rock or a bench and feel the cool dampness of spring rising.
It’s the sort of day that makes the winter tolerable. Having memories of days of hope carries you through the cold, bitter, winter months. A day where you take in a deep breath and exhale with the realization that there is life after all. And life is good. Days like today make me appreciate living in a region where there are four seasons. Only with the winter do we truly appreciate the spring.
These are the days when it takes all my willpower to not start planting the flower boxes. Knowing there will be frosts yet to come, it’s still the delicate days, given only here and there, unexpectedly, teasingly. But these days remind us that the planting days are coming, that the deck will soon be colorful and overflowing with draping flowers, singing birds and pollinating bees.
Today we turned the corner into spring. Today is a beautiful day.
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– Texas T-bone