There's sure signs that a scenario such as this one may be a possibility in the future.
I do declare that this has been the longest winter in the history of time.
It's been the kind of winter that wears your hopes thin.
The kind of winter that beats you down, and the color green, or any color for that matter is but a faint memory. You swear you saw it at one time, or maybe it was just all a dream.
Just in the last few days, my hope has been restored.
The cleansing rains are about to begin, and there is a real tangible feel to the air that I will indeed be able to enjoy life outside these four walls once again.
What my mind is most wrestling with now is balancing the excitement of the season without the dread of the physical work.
It gets to be a bit much, and if I'm not careful - it all seems like this giant mental boulder that must be picked up at once - instead of a pile of gravel that can be easily managed by one stone at a time.
May is an explosion of activity.
The chickens, the bees, the garden.
But - it's still technically March - so why is my head in May?
Because May rocks..that's why.
God help me live in the moment.
God help me live in the March and the April, and not
long for May, nor dread the work that May brings.
God help me be as happy today as I am in May.
God help me not worry about May in March.
God help me not to worry about May in May.
God help me find rest in the midst of the storm of activity.
God help me not miss the beauty of each Spring day.
God help me.
God help me and my dear blog friends as we struggle with life's uncertainties
God help me and my dear blog friends as we struggle thinking we need to be perfect in every way.
God give us strength as we -much like baby chicks are so fragile, and struggle to find our place in the pecking order.
God give us strength, as we - much like the bees - work so hard, strive so hard - and sometimes it seems that our colony collapses.
God give us strength, as we - much like the garden - work so hard to be beautiful and fruitful in the midst of drought, floods, storms, and the insects of life.
Thank you for the hope of Spring.
Thank you for the hope of fresh starts.
Thank you for do overs.
Thank you that it's never too late.
Thank you for the clean slate of a new season.
A new day.
A new hour.
A new moment.
A new breath.
And thank you blog readers for being here.
You are each such a gift to me.
It's a new dawn, it's a new day -
and I'm feelin' good.