Wouldn't you agree that the coming of spring feels like hope. Too many of us get the winter time blues and when the buds start to open, when a tiny silver green emerges like a fine dust on the leaves of the trees, and the hyacinths peak their heads out to say hello, you can't help but feel a tiny fire inside. This tiny spark that gives you a reason to hang on a little longer so you can live again. That is what spring time means to me.
It gives me a time to sort out the cobwebs and get rid of the gray that winter time stuck in my head. Time to think about the rest of the sunshine that will no doubt come my way and the beautiful days to come. It has nothing at all to do with anything, not the economy, not the unemployment, not the kids, not the grandchildren, not even the burn on my hand from baking an apple pie last week, just a sort of funk if you will, that needs to go away until next year or maybe forever.
So for all of you out there that feel the same way, It is supposed to be nice weather next week or so I heard on the weather report. Keep your eyes open and don't let a day pass without looking for more signs of spring. When you can finally plant the seeds in the garden that you are contemplating.
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