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.
