Spring has Sprung

I am thankful for spring. All I can say as I bask in sunshiney bliss, is ... “Hello, Lover.”

Just when you think you can’t possibly take another turtleneck or snow day, there spring is with

her veil of yellow pollen and bumble bee soldiers, freshly flipping the page for a new beginning.

The birds are up early and there are enough worms to go around.

The yards are abloom with azaleas and Easter egg trees.

Legs are everywhere … on runners, yard sale tables, lemonade stands, beetles, fire ants.

I push my sweaters to the back of my closet, prepping my triceps for their 2010 sleeveless

debut.

I paint my toes Passion Pink.

I feel warm, inside and out.

I open my windows and listen, listen, listen to nature’s jazz ensemble. The crickets on

percussion and the frogs, bass.

Sandals claim the straps that dresses shed.

I roll back my sunroof and let the air blow away my winter blues.

I behead strawberries and marvel at young colts on wobbly legs.

The days are long because why would you want to sleep when you can rise early for the

Farmer’s Market or stay late at the baseball game?

I am even happy to see the dandelions.

I remember that everything has a season and this is as fresh and new as they come.

Dogwoods bud and skirts shorten adorning bare quadriceps and hamstrings.

On my bicycle, I feel the free abandon of a 10 year-old.

I make excuses to stay outside just a little longer, hoping for the first firefly to beacon like a

lighthouse my yard.

I harvest flowers that my mom planted and wonder what kind of garden she must be

nurturing in the fertile soils of heaven.

I put my name on the list for outside seating.

I watch the ground, the world, the people, warm and soften.

I feel grateful, grateful, grateful that God is a God of many chances. Spring just might be the

only proof of that fact that I will ever need. The rest rides on faith and the smell of charcoal on

an April’s night.

Comments

[Rich Schlentz]

Nice job buddy. I always marvel at the way you string words together and let my imagination create the picture. It's a gift. Thanks for sharing. Any writing that includes: triceps, quadriceps, and hamstrings is my genre! Peace to you this spring morning.

[Tracey]

I agree with Rich ... your writing is a gift ... the ability a gift to you and the result a gift to us all! Happy Spring Emily!

PS ... OPI Red. :)

[Melody]

And I'm with Rich AND Tracey - "The way you string words together" is exactly the phrase running through my head as I finished reading your love song to Spring. (And I was just looking for my OPI Red last night!)

Cheers!

[Ginger]

Amen Sister! We were separated at birth! I just said yesterday it makes me want to take a bite. So, I opened my mouth and leaned forward to get as big of a bite as I could...of SPRING! Sounds crazy, but I know you understand! (Of course the people sitting outside of the restaurant were probably saying a small prayer for me when they saw me trying to bite the air..oh well, if they "get it" they probably will try it too!) :) I've cleaned out my closets, packed the winter away, and out with the smallest pieces of clothing I could find. Less can be better!! LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT! And LOVE you too! Happy Spring/Summer my dear friend!

[Elizabeth]

Beautifully, magically said! Hooray for SPRING!!!! :)

[Mark Hyman]

beautifully said Em...
bravo and best alway
Mark H

[Teresa]

Emily, thank you for walking me through springs awakening and rekindling my hearts appreciation for all this is around me!