spring

 

Last night a thunderstorm brought powerful rains in the valley and 9 new inches of snow in the mountains.   With that, I say, Spring has sprung!

It has been messy and slurpy around here for some time.  Not exactly the chilly, Montana end-of- winter that one may expect.  So with the ceasing of skate skiing and still some slushy downhill days ahead, we will enjoy a warm springtime.

The bikes came out and we even cleaned out some debris in the garden to make way for the fresh, new life emerging from the earth.  I can't help be filled with hope and life at the first sight of a daffodil-to-be.  

Then Lila declared it was time for our first picnic.  We sat on our steps, since we lacked a table or a blanket, and soaked up the sun as we ate a little lunch. 

And I read her this poem:

A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. And make us happy in the darting bird That suddenly above the bees is heard, The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, And off a blossom in mid air stands still. For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfill.

Spring is divine!