I love Spring. And it seems to be here in Denver, Colorado. 60ish degrees outside, blue sky, light breeze. Perfect. But do I trust it to stay? Not yet. Spring is very fickle around where I live. It teases us with an appearance and then scurries off behind dark clouds like it wants to play hide and seek. I yell "Ollie ollie oxen free," and still it stays hidden.
But today my windows are open and the screen doors to our patio/balcony are open. Lovely. Absolutely lovely. I hope spring stays. I really do. Friends with allergies don't have the unbridled enthusiasm I possess. I feel bad for them. I really do. But it has been too cold for too long.
I wish I was in charge. I'm glad I'm not. Both emotions mingle and cause me restlessness. God controls the weather. I don't. Just one more aspect of my life I must accept. And accept. And then later...accept.
Blossoms, I await. Patiently. Well, not really. Oh Spring, please stay a while.
