Spring comes to CovingtonIt is a beautiful thing, especially after many dreary, cold (for us), and damp days. The arrival of spring is very welcome to this southerner. I will not try to match my winter experience with my northern friends. I concede the point that you have suffered more. Nevertheless, I dare say our spirits would soar to a common plain when we both absorb the first whisperings of winter's end.
Spring is more than a relief, it is hope of better days. Flitting memories of springtimes past are gently stirred and their memory washes over me like a warm caress. Spring is possibility and renewed energy. God's beauty explodes through the splashes of new color, sweet fragrance, and the sounds of creatures singing and scurrying about.
These things are captured in one of my favorite poems taught to me by my mother.
The Year's at the Spring
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The year's at the spring, Robert Browning What else can you say, except, Praise God. Until the next time John Strain |