Monday was a beautiful day. I came home from work to find all of the kids out front playing in the cul-de-sac with the other neighborhood kids. They were all getting along for a change, and I decided to relax on the porch and watch them. The warm sunshine on my face just felt good!
I love spring, the winter is dark, depressing, and cold. The summer is just too hot to want to be outside. And fall just means that it will be dark and depressing soon. Spring is the season of expectations, anticipation, refreshment, and renewal. In the spring, you are still amazed to see the daffodils appear suddenly on a brown bank of dead grass alongside the highway, or pink hyacinths blooming before you were even aware of them poking through the ground. One day you realize that the lawn needs to be mowed, and unlike later in the summer you feel a surge of excitement to do the job. In springtime you WANT to be outside, to hear the birds singing, to smell the fresh breeze, to lay on the trampoline and look at the stars in the night sky.
Then, Tuesday morning I scraped a thin layer of ice off of my windshield. Drat! Winter is back!