March: In like a lion, out like a lamb.
April: April Showers, bring May Flowers.
And at some point in April or May, things begin to grow and come to life.
Farmers seem to be a much better predictor of Spring because their livelihoods depend upon their ability to predict their planting and their animal production. Without this ability, their farms or ranches don’t make it.
Me? I can’t predict much and have given up trying. Growing up in Wisconsin, we’ve had snow storms in April and cold weather in May, and I can even remember a year or two when we had better, warmer weather in April than we did in May.
The thing I like best, and there are actually many things I like about Spring, is that life begins again. There is energy and optimism and growth and hope that occurs in Spring that doesn’t seem to happen in the other three seasons.
In Fall, things begin to die out, to wind down. A chill, a cold seeps into the air. We change from shorts to pants, and from t-shirts to sweatshirts and jackets. Instead of planting, we rake leaves. It is nature’s way, nature’s timing, and while we might complain here and there, nature seems to know what to do and when to do it. And in Winter, we’re all bundled up because of the cold. People tend to stay indoors more often than not unless they are those hardy souls who venture out and take part in all the Winter activities. Animals tend to hibernate and aren’t necessarily as visible as they are at other times of the year. Nature’s colors change into drab gray and white.
But in Spring, that changes. Literally, the world around us seems to Spring Into Life. There is an anticipation of Summer, of vacation, of rest and relaxation. In Spring, colors change from the drab gray and white into green. As flowers bloom and trees bud and flower, there is more color.
I notice that in Spring, in our neighborhood, there are more joggers and walkers and bike riders about. Pants are changed into shorts. Sweatshirts are changed into t-shirts. Sunglasses appear, as does suntan lotion. More folks are pruning trees, planting flowers, and there is the ever present hum from a lawnmower and weed whacker.
Life comes to Life.
So it caused me to think about, to consider . . .
Perhaps Spring is a time for me . . . for each of us . . . to begin anew. In our daily life. In our thinking. In our energy. It seems to be a perfect time to change course, to change direction. As the world around us Springs Into Life, so might we . . . each of us. Spring gives us an opportunity to reexamine our life and our lifestyle, our habits in our thinking and in our action. Might we do so productively, positively, in helping us grow and become, as well as helping those around us grow and become. Something to think about . . .