Spring on the ‘Twig
A quick look out the window today, March 2, confirms that indeed, spring is swinging into town. I didn’t even have to look close. I could squint, open one eye or even cross my eyes and see the signs clearly. Grass is greening, trees are blooming and if I want to use my ears, the birds are singing.
I’m ready! I’m ready for the eye-glaring shine of the sun to overcome the gloomy gray days of late winter. For the lilac bushes of fond childhood memories to come into fragrant bloom. The forsythia bushes to paint our yard with the first yellows of the season.
In practical terms, I’m ready for our 33 hens to provide us with more than 15 eggs a day. For the green grasses to catch up with the spring (wild) onions. For the excitement of those potatoes and onions making their way into freshly turned garden soil. And for flowerpots to brim with yellows, pinks and purples.
Spring on the ‘Twig also appears as fresh buds on our fruit trees—peach, plum and pear. And with the first glimpse of pink and white, we’re filled with the hope that we’ve seen the last of the frigid fingers of frost. Hope springs eternal, so the saying goes. One day at a time we hope and watch our way through these days, rejoicing in every good gift, trusting in the One who orders the entrances and exits of our seasons of life.