I’m not usually one to get all excited for Spring. Having lived in Wisconsin, I’ve seen too many ugly winters prolonged into late March and April. Snow turns dark and dirty. Slushy. Everything is wet, rather nasty. There is still a chill in the air almost to May. Not a fan.
However, since we’ve moved to Virginia, there is a difference. It gets warmer faster. Snow doesn’t last or have a chance at becoming nasty. The sun is brighter, and more of it, longer than in Wisconsin it seems. A few of our windows are open year-round, but now there are more of them open, at least during the day. The air smell fresh, clean.
I wandered around our yard yesterday and spotted buds on our rose bushes. A few on the trees, and those will become many in no time. We’ll begin mowing either this week or next.
Life is changing. Life is growing. Life is becoming. It begins, again!
This past week was spring break, and Kim and I used it to travel to Wisconsin to see her parents. We’ve not seen them in a year and a half, and phone calls, while nice, don’t match physical contact that a visit can bring. All of us had both Covid shots, and her nephew who lives with her parents had his second this past Thursday. We also visited my brother and his wife, who had their two shots also. We were safe. We’ve been conscious of our, and other’s, safety. Have to be.
We limited who we were around purposely, unable to see many we had intended to see. Her parents are elderly, but in fairly good health. We had to be responsible to and for them with how we interacted with others. Washed hands. Masks. You know the routine.
Show of hands . . . how are those New Year’s resolutions coming? Are you still working on them? I’m guessing there are more hands unraised than raised, mine included. I think that is because it is harder to redo oneself in winter all bundled up from the cold. It doesn’t matter if one works out in a nice, warm gym. It seems to be a bit tougher, taking more time and effort.
We had a dark, dark year. Covid, while not beaten back, is at least an arm’s length away. It seems to be retreating as many are receiving their shots and as many are following guidelines and safe practices.
Now, there are more people- young and old- out walking or jogging or riding bikes. There seems to be more smiles, more talking taking place. Perhaps, people are happier, but that could be my imagination.
Spring brings us an opportunity for renewal. Spring gives us, like nature all around us, an opportunity to be reborn.
Spring brings us hope, and besides love, one cannot exist without hope. Hope leads to faith. Hope leads to belief in oneself and in others. Hope gives us courage to take on that which we might not in winter.
Spring gives life an opportunity to begin again, once again. Birds build nests and lay eggs. Their babies eventually take flight. Other animals are born once again. Life is renewed; life begins again.
Perhaps we can use this time, Spring, to move forward with purpose, with energy, and with hope. So much hope. There is possibility and promise in Spring that isn’t there at other times of year. Let’s use it for the better. Let’s use it for each other, for ourselves. Let’s embrace the opportunity, the beginning, the chance. The hope. Something to think about . . .
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