Snowdrops

Incredible weather! Sunny, warm, blue skies - you would swear it was late spring. All the trees are beginning to bud. The daffodils are tall, dark green and loaded with swollen blossom pods that surely will burst open any day. Sugar and I relish our morning walks and I delight in the chatter and song of so many birds still hidden from sight but not from hearing.

My friend at work told me her cats already spotted their first robin, their noses glued to the bay window by her couch, their greedy eyes darting back and forth as they watched the brilliant red breasted bird hop about pecking for worms.

Already the landscaping company has been pruning bushes and digging about, preparing for a glorious floral display soon to be put in place. I am suspecting that Easter this year will outdo itself with color and glory - provided we don't slide back into the winter weather we had all expected.

This morning, as I stepped off the porch, there are 2 pure white snowdrops, their heads nodding gracefully in the slight breeze, their bashful faces coyly facing downward on the slender necks of their stems. How beautiful they look surrounded by the still-green grass and the black of the earth under the eaves of the building. I stoop to drink in their quiet elegance. Neighbors walk past on the driveway, happy to be out in such wonderful weather. We wave.

Two neighbors are moving this weekend, and one next. People are tired of the same old same old and are exchanging their older apartments for something newer and more amenable to their desired lifestyle. I am happy for them, and content to stay put for myself.

I smile at the little flowers, so fragile and brave, facing Lord only knows what in the upcoming weeks, but choosing to live in the happiness of the moment. I, too, appreciate enjoying what a day brings. And I lean on the Lord for times when a day brings less than the enjoyable. Celebrate the goodness! Yeah, snowdrops.