Dear Spring

Dear Spring,

Thank you. You are the season of fresh air and fresh starts. The season of new growth. You bring rain to wash us clean and nurture the flowers. As the new buds soak up the sun, so do we.

The evenings and mornings may still be cool, but we can tell by the singing birds and the feeling in the air that it’s going to be a beautiful day. We open the shades and front door and let the warm afternoon sun heat the house.

Although I am Summer’s girl, I admire your beauty Spring. You are this photographer’s dream. I photograph leftover rain drops hanging on to the tree branches or sitting on the leaves of my unbloomed irises. I crouch down into the grass on dewey mornings and capture my sleepy daffodils. And once my tulips pop up, I’m grinning from ear to ear as I snap them from every angle I dare. They are my favorite, at least until my summer daylilies bloom.

Even the dog loves you and is eager to shake Winter’s blues. She’s not too fond of the rainy days but has no problem splashing through the mud puddles left behind. With mud coated paws and belly, she trots up and drops her ball or frisbee at our feet. Oh, it’s difficult to resist that happy heeler smile, even if it means one or both of us will also be muddy after a while. She enjoys walks to the park and checking out all the Spring smells along the way. And back home she finds the most sunny spot for her afternoon snooze.

Oh Spring, you are so many lovely things.
Most of all, you are the season of hope. Hope for beautiful flowers to bloom. Hope for leaves to fill the trees and provide shade for the warmer days. Hope for outdoor activities and laughter in the air. Hope that better days are ahead.

Thank you, Spring, for giving me more reasons to keep smiling.




 And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Matthew 6:28 NIV

Author: Ashley

Midwest girl. Enjoying life with my husband.