At any rate, Spring has haltingly arrived and hopefully Winter will not attempt any curtain calls. She’s rather shy, you know, and as I said, Winter can be a scary sort of fellow when he’s disgruntled.
Dear Spring, she’s such a sweetie, kind and caring in so many ways, even with her tendency towards weepiness. Even when she’s delayed, isn’t it so nice of her to send Mr. Robin and Mr. Cardinal to serenade our weary souls and lift our hearts? Crocuses often have to endure the bitterness of Winter’s last ditched bites, but Spring tells them to lift their heads courageously and do their duty for a struggling humanity. Sweet Spring. How lovingly she summons the smiles of her sisters, Warmth and Sunshine, to cheer our spirits and call us out of our housebound existences, ready to walk, bike, garden, and so much more that strengthens and enlivens not just our spirits, but the bodies as well.
I am so thankful that she has come afresh, in all her beauty, aren’t you? I have no doubt that our Father in heaven sends her to us every year. We need her. I for one will receive her with a warm welcome and thank Him for Spring this year, once again. Even though she does bring caterpillars.