The Promise of Spring
This bird house high rise is on the property we are going to purchase. We look forward to the time when birds come and go from this sweet home.
What a week this has been with the weather all over the United States and probably the world! Let’s face it, we are all at the mercy of the weather.
We can plant when the almanac says to plant, however the snow may laugh at us.
We can dig when we need to dig, but the frozen ground will sneer.
To be there when the baby animal is born is in our plan. However night after night we wait and this mama wonders why we sit on her straw floor. (Joy and Sadness came to Art and Bri this week as she slept in the barn.)
The Easter Egg hunt gets moved indoors because it will be hard to find eggs under 6 inches of snow.
It is warm. Wait it is cold. Why is it snowing? What a downpour of rain! I see the sun. It is gone again. Today there was sunshine and snow coming down at the same time.
The promise of spring is a glimmer of a promise. Perhaps this year we will go straight from winter to summer. Unless the weather machine has been taken over by an evil wizard, summer will come.
The promise of spring is only a hope at this point and I say that as I look outside and see the snow starting again.
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