The First Day of Spring, Laura Bird Began to Sing

 I am so thankful that we live where we get to look forward to all four seasons. Falling snow is wonderful as I  sitby the fire sipping coffee or sip wine in the hot tub is magical. But I always look forward to spring as the trees begin to bud and the crocus press their little blue heads out of the soil. Just when the wind has gotten tiresome it is time for summer and the heat it brings. My Mom’s birthday was the solstice, the longest day of the year. She loved that her birthday was special in that way. Swimming, barbecues, and camping trips make this such a special time of the year. It was my favorite when my kids were little since school was out and our schedule was more relaxed. Then came the crisp air of fall just as the heat was getting too much to handle. Thankfully, I live where there are dramatic monsoon rains to cool down the afternoons. But the fall brings its own beauty as I drag out the sweaters from the top of the closet and brace for the chill in the air. Some look forward to the pumpkin spice but that is not why I look forward to the autumn. The only draw back is the days continue getting shorter and I crave sunlight. But Christmas shopping begins or at least the lists of what others would enjoy. That makes the shorter days more tolerable. 

This spring I am at home and not on the road in our Chinook rv. I am excited about being at home. I went and purchased a bunch of plants and am excited to spruce up the plants in the house. It will be at least another month before I can put any outside plants in the ground. We get hail storms in the summer, so I gave up on a vegetable garden years ago. But putting in pretty potted plants that I will transfer to the ground around our yard makes me happy. Ronnie B has been planting aspens over on our side yard. I can’t wait until they are a bit bigger and quake in the fall breeze.

The first day of spring always reminds me of my Grandpa Peabody. His mother was born on the equinox and he always said………The first day of spring Laura Bird began to sing. I am grateful for the memories each season brings to mind. Here is to a new season of life and the new life that is evident all around us. 

In Him,

Joyful

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