As I was walking to my car this evening, I noticed a beautiful array of purple blossoms on the bush in my front lawn. I don’t usually notice the tree’s tiny flowers, but their lavender color, this season, drew my attention.
Spring is finally emerging.
Although the calendar declared the season change a couple weeks ago, it didn’t feel like spring to me. I think our bizarre winter had something to do with it – one day we would have freezing temperatures and a few days later it would be a high temperature of 80. I couldn’t decide whether to eat soup or break out the ice cream.
Then again, my somber mood was also a likely culprit. My heart has been so heavy over the past few months.
But now, I am ready for the sweet aroma from rain storms and blooming flowers to flood my battle-weary soul. I want to open the windows, feel the warm sunlight, and let it overtake me. I close my eyes and listen closely, straining to hear a familiar melody.
As I join in singing the songs designed for spring – songs of hope and life, I begin to embrace the season I have entered.
It is starting to feel like Spring.