The snow and the cold give way to warm days and cool nights, the smell of new growth filling your senses with all that is Springtime. Blades of grass peek out from the ground soon to be nipped off by lawnmowers as gloved hands work the soil preparing for an autumn harvest. The tulip bulbs you planted in almost frozen ground show signs of blooming with a variety of colors soon to be placed in Grandma’s favorite vase giving the kitchen table a much-needed look after the grays of winter days. Wearing a sweater, you sit on your porch taking in the smells and sounds of the rebirth all around you and the nearness of hot summer days. The warm cup of coffee held between your hands to be replaced with lemonade and ice cream cones for everybody. It’s a time we give thanks for getting through the worst winter has to offer, knowing we have time now to enjoy what’s been given to us in the forms of green springs, orange autumns, and sunbaked summers when the smell of burgers on the grill, backyard pools, and endless evening walks complete us. The blank white artists’ pallet stored in the attic will be retrieved and the time it lay dormant will soon explode in a rainbow of colors you see all around you. I think that maybe the harshness of winter is meant to purify our souls by freezing everything that is beautiful until we are fortunate to see it all again.
M.O.
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