Spring arrived early this morning at 2 am, so the weather forecaster said. By the weather outside, I do not believe it. As I glance to my left past the comfy brown leather chairs in the newspaper reading area, out the wall of windows towards the geothermal parking lot, I see small white flakes of dancing snow swirling lightly through the air. Despite yesterday's rain, the ground is still covered with snow. Students bound through the front doors, stamping their snow covered boots, boisterous from the cold, cheeks kissed red.
This is not the spring I know and love. Where are the tulips, the daffodils, the crocuses? Why have the trees not begun to wake, shaking their stiff limbs, dangling the beginnings of leaf buds from the tips of new branches? I do not care that Easter is Sunday. If that Bunny knows what's good for him, he will turn tail and run for the nearest rabbit warren and burrow down until Mother Nature straightens out her recalcitrant children.
I thought at first perhaps the ubiquitous flooding we encounter on our carpool run might be a harbinger of Spring, but no, its just the refusal of the frozen ground to open its throat and swallow the copious rain and the poor stuff has no choice but to pool in the low lying gullies and hollows, stifling bushes and forcing trees to tiptoe through the muck like so many girls dashing from limos to the prom, gowns raised, delicately picking their way through rain laden streets.
No, Spring has not yet begun to make an appearance. We are still bound by winter's heavy hand. But I can wait. After death comes the resurrection, the glorious, light and life giving rebirth with its splendorous amazement of warmth and beauty. I just hope it comes soon. I am ready.
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