The temperature has warmed in February. We walk in the early Sabbath light, Maisie and me, a mist moistening our faces as we move forward and back.
The silence is broken by the singing of birds and an occasional soft honk of geese on the lake across from the house. The geese have disbanded their flock and are now couples swimming the water together, thinking about a family, if geese think such thoughts.
I’ve seen two hawks in the little woods behind us, them swooping and enjoying a freedom I can only imagine. I wonder if we might have the delight of a nest hidden in the trees soon.
Daffodil greens have pushed through winter soil, and this week crocuses caught me by surprise, them blooming by the front steps.
The maples are bulging on the ends of branches, the beginnings of spring seed pods and leaves. The oaks still hold on to their dry brown leaves. They are like that, every winter not willing to turn loose until new growth pulsates and pushes them aside.
I wonder how many weeks before I put away the warm red hat and corduroy coat I wear to walk? When I will put my “Baby it’s cold outside”cup in the back of the cabinet until fall? How long before I pull out garden boots and tools to work the ground?
Can spring be far away, the season I love most of all? The one that holds promise of freshness, beauty, resurrection, eternity?
God is in His heaven. His dominion is over all. He rules with goodness and justice. He is faithful to His creation and His children.
His love is everlasting and His mercy endures throughout generations. I rest in His unchanging character while I watch the world transition from season to season.
Time marches on for me, the seasons of my life moving faster every year. How long before this clay vessel will be worn out?
God is timeless and He offers eternity to those who choose His love. Eternity. For me it will be ever springtime.