From our back porch in early March |
I’ve been brainstorming
ways to start this, so I searched for a quote about spring. My
intentions were to blog about the beauty of spring and the promise of new life,
sappy stuff I will get to eventually, but I wanted to share my wise crack
first. Insert sly grin here.
“Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full
of slush.” ~Doug Larson
So true, right? In
springtime, we all are filled with fresh air, bright eyes, and a hope for new
things as the seasons change. We see life
outside again. The past few weeks have definitely been whistling weather, even
though I’ve had my share of slushy
shoes.
Our only blooming azalea |
I am always an early
victim of spring fever, but as I get, ah-ahem,
older, my reasons are maturing. As a student, I definitely understood spring
fever to mean summer is quickly approaching, a defense for slacking off in my
schoolwork. Spring was simply a route we all walked through just to get to
summer—hot & sunny days at the pool, beach trips, shorts & tank tops, late
nights, etc.
In my more adult perspective,
spring is a miracle, not just a stepping-stone. The beautiful changes- color in
the grass, birds in the sky, and blooms (especially our gorgeous irises)
everywhere- are reminders of God’s love and greatness. These are the reasons
for my spring fever, wanting to be outside more than inside, this year.
I’m using my newfound
spring energy to help shed some of the pounds I picked up during winter “hibernation.”
After all, summer will be here before we know it. That’s just how the calendar
works. And it’ll be time for those hot days at the pool, beach trips, shorts
& tank tops, late nights, etc.