As I mentioned before, I’ve been sequestered away up north for 10 days, putting the final touches on a first draft of the second novel.

Driving home on Friday was lovely.  Where I was, the tree leaves were just poking their tiny brown-budded heads out.  As I traveled south, the growth on the sides of the highway grew greener and more lush.

I got to thinking that just as there are seasons in nature, we, too, have seasons–of pain, of sorrow, of joy, of peace.  And possibly, if we didn’t have all of them, we wouldn’t appreciate any of it.

Here’s a poem for today, in honor of spring (for those of us who don’t have it year round…oh, okay, for the others of you, too!):

Meant To Do My Work Today

by Richard Le Gallienne

I meant to do my work today–
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand–
So what could I do but laugh and go?

Isn’t it encouraging to know that no matter what, spring will return eventually?  No matter how cold and dreary things get?

Happy springy Sunday to you all!