Today marks the first day of a new spring. It brings to mind gardens and hikes, sunshine and warmth. As I write the wind howls and rain slaps my windows. I walked out to the garden area yesterday and had to step carefully. One wrong move and I could lose a shoe in the mud. And that’s just our yard.
So, today marks the change of season, and even though we don’t see the ideal picture here in Oregon, spring still brings hope. There will be betters days. Winter has to come to an end, even here. And there are signs. The grass is growing because the temperatures have begun to rise. Soon my yard will be a jungle. The grass always gets out of control while we wait for the ground to dry up enough to mow.
Lambs race after each other in our pasture. Geese make their way north with short rests in the field next to us. We have daffodils popping up all over our property. The camellias are in bloom, and even the bleeding hearts are starting to grow again.
Life moves on. And thank God for that!