It is with a certain wistfulness I let go of winter,this year... almost a melancholy. By day our senses our bombarded with the beauty of blossoming trees, carpets of colorful spring dandies & the amazing fragrances of spring. By night, I still savor "The Season of Lines", for the uppermost parts of our forest view remain bare. I have been able to enjoy the final, seasonal views of the forest's architecture....the frame without the siding, so to speak. God's structural handiwork will remain all but hidden for the next few seasons.
A week or two ago, we all delighted in the joyous song of the spring peeps arising from the pond. Days later they were joined by those in our own lake cove. Somewhere in that time frame, we all dropped what we were doing to relish the resonance of arising insects. As I step out into the darkness now, I find myself dreadfully missing the quiet of winter nights which embraced me nearly without notice. We are spoiled you see, by weather warm enough to truly enjoy the winter months, including gloriously warm nights & soft silence.
This is all very good. (Gen 1:31) The Bible reminds there is a season for everything. (Eccl. 3:1,6) Typically I spend much of winter in anticipation of spring. For perhaps the first time in my life, I longingly let her go as I excitedly work by day amid the glorious, floral color fields arising daily.
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