
Spring began early this year, if a little fitfully (as I referenced a couple of months ago in a political leaning post Wildflowers, Flip-Flops, and the GOP). Warm weather briefly pushed through the mild winter, thoroughly confusing the circadian rhythms found in our ecosystem. Some trees budded early, wildflowers burst from the soil with a fervor typically reserved for March and April, warm-weather clothing made an escape from the backs of drawers. For a while, we seemed to have a battle between seasons - a week of winter here, a week of spring there - and neither could seem to overcome the other.
Until now.

Spring time for me is a time for shorts and flip-flops, a time to put away the coats, sweaters, and scarves. It is a time of warm sun and cool breezes, of sitting on the patio and enjoying a beverage or two. It is a time of balance.
Spring time also brings birds to the limbs of trees, singing songs of the earth’s beauty. Slow bees buzz amongst the flowers, collecting and distributing pollen to ensure next year’s spring time floral explosion. Green pushes through muddled brown bark as fresh new growth stretches towards the sun.

Despite the burning pain, I loved every minute of it. I worked again on Friday and Samantha joined in with me Saturday. Now my yard is just about finished, needing only a few more bags of mulch and a little bit of top soil.
Now, I get to relax and enjoy the fruits of my labors. As we delve further into the seasonal cycle, I hope that spring will fend off summer as long as it can, maintaining the beautiful feeling the combination of springtime delights delivers to my joyful heart. If not, and the heat of summer comes when called, I am certain to find a slew of summer characteristics in which I can find a similar joy.
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