Is it spring where you are, or winter? This past week, the daffodils here have begun blooming, and there are blossoms on some of the trees. Yet north of Kansas--AND south of Kansas--there have been big snowstorms this week with feet, not inches, of snow.
This time of year, poised between winter and spring, always reminds me of one of my favorite quotes. It's from "The Robe" by Lloyd C. Douglas:
"The birds had awakened her early. She was not yet used to their flutterings and twitterings, for they had returned much sooner than usual, Spring having arrived and unpacked before February's lease was up."
I can imagine Spring arriving at the front desk, the desk clerk saying, "I'm sorry, your room isn't ready yet--Winter hasn't checked out." Then Spring goes up and pounds on the door, saying, "Winter, go home! Your time is up! It's MY room now."
Okay, that's a little whimsical, but I feel whimsical when the flowers start to bloom, the air gets warmer, the birds' colors get brighter and they chirp night and day.
Are you still stuck in winter, or has spring knocked down the door and barged in where you are? And while we're talking about seasons, what's your favorite and why?