Yesterday I enjoyed some outside time in our backyard. It was a tolerably warm day before the rains and winds came, and I wanted to enjoy that point in the year where colors have reemerged after winter’s drabness and you can breathe deep of the heady scent of growing things. Why, there is yellow back there, and green, and even a white flowering tree. After months of slumber beneath blankets of snow, and rain, and frost, our little backyard is finally waking up.
Spring always seems to be the shortest of the four seasons, with winter hanging on much longer than it should at one end and summer’s heat eager to entrench upon the other. That just makes it even more essential to get out and savor it while it lasts.