Springing into summer

Spring is a time of hope and promise. Color returns to the world as if a paintbrush magically transforms the Earth’s canvas from the drab browns and grays of winter into the bright greens of springtime. The March winds blow and the April showers come, while the ground below is teaming with life, waiting for the opportune time to burst out toward the sun.

As the world gets ready to bloom, it stirs something in all of us. Maybe it’s the dream of planting a garden or planning a summer vacation. Maybe it’s the impending celebration of a new graduate. Or maybe it’s just the yearning to be back outdoors, taking in all the nature and beauty around us.

Spring is a new beginning, the start of a fresh canvas. The good and bad of the past is swept away with the winds and new dreams are nourished.

I think Rachel Carson said it best:

There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.