Quiet Musings on Spring

I'm going to miss the cold. Strange I say that, because I love the Spring. But, I really will this time. Still, time does its thing. We flow along natures cycle. The buds pop out so that instead of brown we see the lightest of green sprinkled on the scenery. Our pansies are just now looking full, and it's almost time to pull them up. People seem happier now that they're out of their houses. There's a promise of light. From equal light and dark, we turn to where the light has majority.

The shadows will look different. Not as long. Not as striped. More noises outside. Frogs. Crickets. The silence that I will miss will be gone. That sacred silence. I rarely feel this way. I usually welcome Spring so fully, and now that it has spun around, I'm not sure what to do with myself. I will still face the sun and welcome it. I always do.

Well, Happy Ostara to those who celebrate it.

And, Happy Spring. Before long, Summer will be hunting us down...with sunburn. :)