Growing up my family sang a lot.
Many silly songs but music just the same.
One I remember began
“It’s gonna be a loooooooooooong winter
And what will the birdies do then…poor things.”
Surely this song was written for the winter of 2014.
It’s been a loooooooooooong winter
Spring officially arrived last week.
I’m pleased to report the birdies survived.
They began singing right on cue.
We, like them, are perched on the edge of spring.
It is a most miraculous time for me.
Think of it
Not inches but feet of snow have covered this country
For weeks on end.
Yet the green begins to appear.
Bit by bit a garden awakens
To the new season.
Neighbors begin to reappear as well.
Shaking off their winter layers
To soak in the warmth of the sun.
Thus begins what I think of as the parade of spring.
A succession of budding and blooming
That no man or woman could have dreamed of
Or wished into being.
No, spring is definitely God’s work.
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.