Pieces of happy

18 Mar Pieces of happy

Yesterday I turned into my driveway and there were birds and squirrels running a muck in my yard. It was a very happy moment. The sun has found his stride again. The flowers and trees are beginning to do their little Spring happy dance again. There are geese flying in the sky. The wind frolics through the trees, rustles the branches, blows my hair in my face, and I know…I know the cold winter is on it’s way out. Spring has given it a big elbow in the side and kindly asked it to leave.

Have you seen all of the new baby sheep and calves? It appears it is birthing season. The lady sheep that live on our road have been ready to pop for a few months now. Now we have gone from two to SIX little lambs. Have you ever seen a baby lamb? That skip and prance…but they’re tiny and everyone knows that the tinier something is the cuter. Every time I drive drive down my road I literally stop and watch. I can’t get enough of how precious they are.

It’s a rebirth of the world. A chance to start anew.

I love winter. I love the coziness of a warm fire and cute winter clothes, scarves, and hats, but there is something about Spring that makes my heart do a little cartwheel. Something about those very rare weeks when the weather calls to you like sirens on a hill and you can’t help but find yourself outside. It simply doesn’t make sense to be anywhere else.

These scarce weeks in Georgia are a close second in my books, to that of the months in Fall.

I was thinking last night on my way home…do you think the trees mind the winter? Do you think that they dread the long, cold, dark months when they are stripped of their leafy companions and left naked to sway alone in the cold wind? I think they do. I think it’s a gift from God, though. How boring would a year be without the change of seasons. We would get bored. So as sad as I may be for the trees who sway lonely for a few months I am grateful for the ever-changing state of nature and the world.