I almost felt that it wouldn’t come.  At the end of these dark days of winter, I can feel the darkness creeping into my heart.   A sort of unrest, discontentment, a longing, or even sadness; call it what you will.  But walking to my front door after a long day at work, I saw them.  Snowdrops!

Spring is surely coming!  Days of light!  Days of green!  Irish jigs on St. Patty’s Day.  Mouth watering Italian bread on St. Joseph’s Day.   Little girls in pretty pink dresses.  Resurrection Sunday is a’comin.  Warm breezes and sunny days!  Warmth on my face.  Light in my soul.

Emily Dickinson says it so much better than me…

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Excerpt from #812