Every year for as long as I can remember, I have been determined to "catch" spring. I want to know exactly when it arrives, when the first robin is out looking for worms, when the tree in my backyard has the very first bud on it and when the azaleas first begin to pop. Well, in all these years, spring has managed to surprise me. It seems I wake up one morning and the tree is full of buds, there is a whole colony of robins in the yards on Calhoun road and the azaleas down my driveway have hundreds of buds and one or two blooms. I can just depend on this.
I know that I had better put out more feeders filled with Nyjer seed for the goldfinches that will soon be here and clean and fill the hummingbird feeders. It is time to find the best price on ferns and get two big ones to hang outside my sunroom. Daylight savings time is already here and spring seems to have arrived. I want to go buy every bedding plant the nursery has and start digging in the dirt. I want to pull weeds. I want to sit outside and read and feel the warm breeze on my face. I want it to stay spring forever.
It won't. Summer will come and I will love the fresh vegetables and the cicadas' symphony and the long daylight hours. Then when I think I cannot endure the heat any longer, the cool breezes of fall will come with the brilliant colors of dying leaves and planning for Thanksgiving family gatherings. Then on to winter and rainy days and Christmas and bare trees. Then, before you know it, I am trying to "catch" spring again.
"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven..." Ecclesiastes 3:1.
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I'm so thankful that we get to spend your special birthday with you! Maybe the rain, rain will go away so we can enjoy spring too!
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