It felt worth the effort.
Lifting the bulky brandy-snifter-shaped vase, with its bursting of blooms, and precariously balancing it out to the front porch steps. Its contradistinction against the curtain of gray fog represents a promise and breathes out hope.
Spring IS coming.
Color is coming.
Baby wheat will spring to life.
Birds begin their chirpy, cheery springtime choruses.
Hyacinths and daffodils and tulips pop up their heads.
Warm breezes laugh and dance and waft in open windows.
Single digit temperatures replaced by sixty-some degrees.
Daylight linger longer and twilight twinkle secrets as it gathers.
The world awash, afresh, anew with sunshine and the assurance of beginnings.
It is coming.
The yellow in the spider mums and the intricate folds in the baby carnations, plucked from my local grocery store aisle, whisper-shout it to remind me.
What’s reminding you of the promise of spring today? What do you especially love about spring?
Text a friend who is eagerly awaiting the hope of spring and remind each other it IS coming! π
Song of Solomon 2:11-13 ~
“See! The winter is past; Β the rains are over and gone.
Β Flowers appear on the earth; Β the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves Β is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit; Β the blossomingΒ vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling; Β my beautiful one, come with me.β
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