Spring
Spring is here. We are enjoying some of the best weather of the year right now. Soon the humidity will be near the triple digits and the southern heat will be stifling, but not just yet.

Bear by the azaleas

Beauregard eating corn at his feeder
The trees are full of leaves, the azaleas are blooming, sweet smells of fragrant blooms hang in the air, and the birds add a perfect soundtrack to a wonderful gestalt.
The mornings and evenings are cool but not too cool. The sun shines brightly during the day, but not too hot. These are the few days of the year like the ones in the fall that no one complains about.
The lucky folks know this and drink it in. Life is that way. We have to drink it in and experience it or it will go on unnoticed and unappreciated like an unopened present. How many days and moments have we ignored or missed because we were preoccupied with "important" things? What is more important than living?
I know spring hasn't sprung everywhere. You may be in the last throws of winter where you are, but I can testify to the fact that spring is in Louisiana and headed north.
Now my favorite springtime poem: Thanks mom for teaching it to me.
The year's at the spring
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in His heaven—
All's right with the world!
-Robert Browning
Enjoy your day and sip from the cup of springtime; it only comes once a year.
Until the next time
John Strain