The creek that runs through our back yard is rising. Our back lawn is filling up with rising waters from the spring thaw. Yesterday morning we woke up to thunder, lightning, and rain falling against the windows. I looked outside and saw rain drops splashing into water puddles. Robins were hopping around everywhere. A whole busload of them must've arrived this last weekend. In the spring, we always watch for three kinds of birds to return....the robins, the meadowlarks, and red-winged blackbirds. I'm happy to say we've now seen all three.
Mother Earth is renewing herself. What a truly incredible invitation we all have to attend her annual spring style show as she flounces out with fields of green and adorns herself with clusters of pastels.
As Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote,
"If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!"
