Poets have written for centuries about the effect of spring. In year 1922, T.S. Eliot penned:
-April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us…
Thoughtful poetry aside, I’ve found no one here in upstate New York carrying an element of “surprise” in regard to upcoming warmer weather. More like, “We’re ready, get on with it Mother Nature.”
But people are keeping their spirits up.
We trust nature to turn the tide. Spring and summer can’t be stopped. Interestingly, with the added human inventions of heat and lighting, I also find many people have been very busy during the winter.
Inside projects and renovations are getting accomplished, baking, painting, scanning seed catalogs and ordering plants.
Activity is normal and we learn to balance our physical and spiritual activity, both in the winter and the summer. Although the seasons come and go, God loves us all and we can maintain a sense of purpose and hope.