Spring is my favorite time of year.

What was dead is now alive.

The grass grows.

The trees blossom.

Daffodils and tulips burst from the ground.

Bees show up and buzz around.

Geese give birth.

The birds wake us each morning and the crickets put us to sleep.

Let’s go outside:  Hiking, biking, running, grilling, camping, and planting.

No wonder spring is the season of love and romance.

What is more pleasurable than an evening in May, on a porch, in a swing, telling stories and singing songs?

Or a ghost story around a camp fire?

Don’t forget the marshmallows:  Make mine burned.  I love to see them light up and turn to molten mellowness.

Spring has sprung.

It won’t last very long.

It will give way to the heat and humidity of the summer.

I like summer.

I really do.

But I love spring.

It is my favorite time of year.

It is the new born baby.

The gentle whispers of softness.

The awakening of the hibernating bear.

We creatures come alive in the spring.

And for a brief time, we are united with nature.

In a wonderfully, delightful, pleasant and uplifting way:

Spring:  It renews our faith and hope and always showers us with love.

Enjoy!

Wolf

 

 

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