One of the signs that spring is here is when I see the robins gathering dead grass and such to build their nests.
The other day I was walking in the front door from having taken out the trash and there was one perched on the fence, a mouthful of random weeds and debris in its beak.
It is spring when trees are full of flowers and the others are freshly filled with beautiful green leaves.
I am always aware of these things, the heralding of springtime, because I don’t want to miss a thing. I am not one of those people who hurries from car to home and home to car unaware of the changes around me.
For I just can’t imagine what it would be like to miss all this newness. The outdoors a myriad of colors that comes about quite naturally. We don’t have to do a thing. Spring will come as it always does. It is certainly one thing we can count on in both good times and bad.
The birds are busy building their nests and chirping in the trees, each with a different song to serenade us.
Spring is renewal. And spring is hope.
No matter what else is going on in the world, our yards and patios still green up and seedlings shyly emerge from the earth and tilt their heads up toward the sun.
No matter the tragedy, the suffering or the dying, spring is filled with anticipation and optimism. Resumption and continuation is the driving force of life and it cannot be stopped by whatever is happening to us mortal beings.
The seasons are transitory. Spring needs no clock. It is the reason for us to look forward instead of backward. Putting pain and hardship behind us and plodding on.
For however many tomorrows are ahead of us, we soldier on through the seasons, grateful for each day we get up and see the sun rise and set. Glad to be here to see it all once again.
The birds nest and then their eggs crack open with new life.
The daffodils and tulips sprout and stay their allotted time and then wither.
The seeds germinate and bring us food and flowers. And for all this we are thankful that springtime has come once again.