In Indiana, spring has been late in arriving. Finally, in the last week, it has exploded on the scene. I’m still waiting for my irises to bloom, but the trees are fully decked out…vivid colors…delicate blooms, green leaves stretching out to touch the sky…
It’s a time of fresh beginnings. That may be why spring is one of my favorite seasons.
The winter was a really cold one, so the tease of the sunshine and a few jacket free days has been glorious. After the cold and snow, the beauty has been a treat that delights the senses. I so wish I could let you know just how delicious these flowers smell.
Still it’s spring, glorious spring!
After the cold, gloomy days, now we get the change.
Isn’t life like that sometimes?
Sometimes it’s only after some dark night of the soul weeks. Some frigid days where we were certain we would never again experience the warmth of the sun, that little shoots of life begin to erupt.
The two are tied together. We can’t experience the beauty of spring without the dormancy of winter. We can’t rejoice in the softest of petals and scents if we are surrounded by them all the time.
Sometimes life is the work of preparing the soil. Weeding the flower beds. Wondering if green shoots will reappear. And at those moments we need to remember, the sun will return. The Son will return. And with it will come the most incredible new growth.
So here’s to new seasons and new growth. May we stop to enjoy the flowers along the way.
What’s your favorite spring flower or other sign that spring is FINALLY here?