And more winter is on the way next week.
But, Spring is coming. The birds know it. The flowers peaking up through the ground, and sometimes getting caught in the ice and snow, know it.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
~ Song of Songs 2:11-12
Spring may be my favorite time of the year. Or at least it runs a close second to summer. I’m not one of those who “needs” the changing of the seasons. Sure, it can be pretty. Sure, it can be inspiring.
Give me the tropics.
But, I dont’ live in the tropics and will not likely move, or even visit, there in the forseeable future.
So we look to spring. For renewal. For starting over. For new growth.
We look to spring as time to shed the winter garments, and for many of us, the winter pounds.
Yes, I got off the schedule. Blame the snow. Blame a brief round of the plague. But I did.
As much as I despise the whole “spring forward” part of Daylight Savings Time, I do enjoy more light in the evening.
So, it’s time to get back to the walking trail. Back to the pool. Ready or not I’m walking in the Ukrop’s Monument Avenue 10K next weekend (have you signed up to sponsor me yet?).
It’s also a time for renewal in the writing, cleaning out the office, and of course, yard work.
It’s time for consistent blog posts.
And maybe a summer daydream or two.