A Slight Change of Favorites

Autumn is by far my favorite season of the year.  I love the transformation the tress make as the leaves change brilliant colors.  I love the cool, crisp, fresh air that comes in from the north.

But this year, I’ve found myself loving Spring like I have never loved Spring before.  Maybe it’s the fact that Spring has come so early and never really gave poor winter a chance to mature and deliver all that winter usually provides. 

I’m finding that I like Spring because I’m actually noticing the changes happen.  The sun has often warmed up the air and ground.  The clouds have parted on a number of occasions and have offered the sight of clear brilliant blue skies.  The grass has turned vibrant green and is growing.  The flowers have come up and bloomed.  The trees are growing leaves overnight it seems.  I’m not even exaggerating when I tell you that I woke up one morning, looked out my window, and saw the trees in my front yard in a full bloom of white flowers when the night before there was no sign of blooms.  The birds and the squirrels and the bugs are all over the place being busy doing Spring things.

All these changes are simply beautiful.

Maybe the warm weather has made these changes happen at a quicker rate than usual.  Or maybe this is how the changes of Spring always happen and I’ve just never noticed. 

What a shame it would be if this is the way it has always been, what a shame it would be if I have missed out on the beauty of spring for the last 24 years.  But on the other hand, now I know that Spring is indeed a season with its own beauty I can appreciate it for the next 75 years or so.