The Promise of Spring

This is the time of year that I am most reminded of my childhood. My sister and I spent a lot of time playing outside; the winters hold memories of making snowforts, the summers found us in the shade of the big rock. But it is spring that has always held a certain magic; a promise of renewal. With swollen ditches and the smell of mud, the big pond at the back of the field, the scent of green, the freshness of the air. The times we came home with soaking wet feet far outnumbered the times we didn’t test the limits of our rubber boots.

Spring induces playfulness. We can hear it in the songs of the birds, we can feel it in the lovely warmth of the sun – it beckons us. We cannot allow life to get too busy or too sedentary as to disregard the lure of spring. The benefits of nature far outweigh anything on our to-do list. So let us get outside, donning the rubber boots so as to feel the promise of spring.

As Harriet Ann Jacobs reminds us:

 “The beautiful spring came, and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.” – Harriet Ann Jacobs

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