The sounds of the spring evenings are a musical minagere of spring peepers, whiporwhil, and crickets. The air is slightly chilled. No Bugs! And the heavy scent of apple blossoms is all encompassing. I love spring!
It’s been so long in coming this year. The year winter would not end. I find myself counting the days of the spring peepers songs. Too soon they will be silent, and the blossoms will fall from the trees.
I weep inside to think of it… and yet…
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:16
The sound of peepers may yield to the humm of mosquitos. The chill of the evening to the sticky heat. The scent of apple blossoms for the opaque presence of lilac and hydrangea. But the long days in the sun, and the fresh garden food, begin to make up for it. The adventuring and the way my kids grow like weeds in the heat!
So I’ll lossen my grasp on spring. I’ll hold loosly my moments of tranquility, and cling tightly to the peace of the new day. Moving forward and into new hights.