It’s another gray day, but with or without the sun, spring is coming. Driving past the forest preserve yesterday, green leaves had pushed themselves past the heavy layer of last fall’s litter, bright spots among the dull brown, standing puddles reflecting the bare trees.
We get these tiny purple flowers here, the first to show up, and there they were on the medians between the traffic going to and fro. Golf courses were busy and lush with shining new grass.
Winter is retreating.
Maybe it would do us all good to remember that while spring is colorful and sweet with early flowers, it isn’t easy. It’s muddy and still chilly and the plants have to fight their way to the surface of the soil, the buds drawing energy and energy on from trees until the limbs are full.
Springs arrives, but it doesn’t just happen.
Anyway, that’s it for me today. Have a great Monday.
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