It’s been a long, hard winter. Most of us in North America experienced a harsher winter than usual, thanks to Arctic blasts that kept temperatures well below normal and gifted us with more snow and ice than we’ve had in some years. Schools had many cancellations and delays, forcing make-up days that will extend well into June. But even though the winter came at us hard, and we thought it may never end, spring is on its way. Yellow daffodils and purple hyacinths are out in full bloom. Our resident robin who built her nest on our drainpipe just hatched her four eggs. The grass is green instead of brown. The snowy days have given way to rainy ones. Our forsythia bush is starting to get yellow flowers on the end of the branches. Even our magnolia tree is just starting to bud, and I counted a dozen buds on it just today. There’s no mistaking it. The signs of spring are in the air. Spring is finally coming.
But not all of us are experiencing spring. Some of us have been stuck in a figurative season of winter so long we no longer remember what spring feels like. I’m there. I’ve been there for a long time. It’s been a long, hard winter, and here’s the thing. I don’t know if spring will ever come. Continue reading “Signs of Spring” →