Always A Promise

I had the chance this week to do some meditation and I focused primarily on the creation, the beauties that surround us. Now this week, I have had to look long and hard for things that make me feel happy or inspired in nature, since the sunshine has been playing tricks on me--coming out only to hide away for a few days again. I know I am ready for spring, and that thought led me to ponder the beauties of the earth.

I have tulip leaves poking out of the dirt in my front yard flower bed. I have columbine leaves mounding up and preparing for their blooms later in the season. The Girl planted a bag of seeds on the back raised bed where I can see it from the kitchen window that was marked "butterfly garden". She is hopeful that there will be many flowers with butterflies all summer long to look at while she or her brother does the dishes at the sink.

Even the lawn is slowly turning an under layer green while the thatchy yellowed winter grass is slowly shedding away. Everything is getting for Spring to really take hold.

I guess that is really beauty of the seasons. Even one a long, isolating, discouraging and cold as this winter was for me there is that ever present promise of spring. And some days--especially lately--the promise is all I have. But I'll take that and look forward to the day when the sun will shine brightly and the flowers will be in bloom and the grass will be warm and green and soft. I will soak it all in and enjoy each day because I know that in six or eight months, the wintry hibernation will begin again.