Hello Spring, I like you. I like you because your weather is so much kinder than Winter. So much hope in the crocuses poking their purple heads out of the hard soil, and the yellow dandelions waving their smooth petals in the breeze. I like you because the baby birds are hatching in their nests upon every branch and under every eave and calling out excitedly to the blue skies where their mothers fly drowsily searching for worms.
I like you, dear Spring, because you make my heart think of Easter and new birth, and awakening from long slumbers in the darkness to run through green grassy fields with wildflowers and joy. I like the way you smell after a fresh, light rain. I like the way your light reflects everything golden-hued and how rainbows appear in the sky, and as I wake in my bed, your sunlight's fingers run through my hair.
This is the time when I take long drives just to see the colors on the ground, and the birds in flight, and to get a lemonade from some tiny store I have never been to before. It's when the children and I buy lots of eggs to dye vivid happy colors, and we celebrate Jesus and His triumphant life risen from the tomb. It is Spring, and my mind sprouts with poetry and a full heart. So thankful for the changing of seasons, how they keep me on my feet and ready for action.
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