After a long, nasty winter, spring has arrived, just like we knew it would if we could survive to see it. We did, and I am thankful.
Winter is reluctant to give up her power, and lurks in shadows and in the shade of newborn leaves, waiting to take over again. It may have a few weak comebacks, during the time we call dogwood winter and blackberry winter, but they are pitiful, dying gasps to regain what once was.
See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in the land.
Song of Songs 2:11-12 NIV