Morning Glory
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy
The wheel turns and once again another winter is almost over, to many it is a delight to see it go but not to me.
Winter is my time, I enjoy the cold far more than I ‘enjoy’ the heat of summer, tolerate is probably a better word.
However the wheel turns and nothing can stop it.
So I look to the spring as I look to all the seasons with pleasure and awe.
It’s the change that inspires, the knowledge that something new is coming.
It’s my amazement in seeing things come to life after months of slumber in the frozen earth.
It’s hearing the birds again after months of silence and the woods are filling with their song.
It’s hearing the rivers and streams sing their own song as they are freed from winters icy grip and continue their journey to the sea.
It’s seeing the drab grays and browns of late winter giving way to the greens of spring.
Once more the world comes alive and the promise is fulfilled as the tiniest bird and the largest creatures all rejoice in their survival and begin to construct their nests and dens for a new generation to come.
Every day that passes the sun gains strength but for now the wind is still cold, as a reminder …
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
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