A Glorious Spring

We left home several weeks ago in the snow. We actually hauled our houseplants and suitcases on sleds down the lane to our car. We left a day early because of the snow. It was cold, wet, and miserable. Winter!

Then, we traveled to a warmer place on the planet, enjoying every minute of glorious sunshine and the tropical plants. Even the lizards were fun to watch!

Then, we flew to more winter in the northern U.S.A.

A little bit of spring—azaleas in bloom—in the South, and then . . .

Home again. Daffodils and our old dog greeted us. Heavy snows had bowed our shrubs and knocked down tree limbs, but we were home—to spring! Green grass, many little flowers of different colors, tulips popping into bloom daily.

And my faithful little buddies, the songbirds, have tuned up for our daily entertainment.

I love hanging up clothes on the line in this weather. It gives me an excuse to be outside, to revel in the sun, breeze, fresh smells, and birds singing all around me. Plus, I’m doing something useful—getting our clothes dry.

Spring is definitely my favorite season. There’s something refreshing about the new growth, the different colors of baby leaves, ranging from reddish to chartreuse to lime to really green green. I love it when primroses show their happy faces, followed by daffodils and then tulips. I love the early-blooming trees. There are yellow mimosas, rose-like camellias, plums, and some kind of a white flowering tree I don’t know the name of. In a couple of weeks, the leaves on hardwoods will pop open and the larches will be green with new needles. Tiny violets grace the ground, beside waking ferns. Everything looks new and clean and beautiful.

It always puts a smile on my face.

When God created the sun, moon, and stars, He said they were for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years (Genesis 1:14). In the book of Acts, we read that God did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness (14:17).

I am thankful for spring! I’m also glad for the fruitful seasons of summer and autumn. I’m even thankful for winter.

Because, after winter comes spring!