Mud Season

Some Springs start early or on time; birds chirping, warm mornings, Snow Drops looking happy as they raise their heads skyward gauging the progress of the season.

Sometimes, Winter keeps it’s cold, bony grip, slowing the season’s advance. Snowpack all but gone, squalls leave just enough snow to keep the mud from drying out. Damp days hover around freezing, keeping aches in joints, gray skies defeating the sun’s soothing rays, clouding one’s spirits, testing one’s faith.

A cold Spring makes it hard to remember Summer.

With the perspective of more than half a century of Springs, one realizes, regardless of the current season’s demeanor, just as morning has no choice but to follow dawn, Spring must prevail.

The sun will shine warmly, mud will warm to rich earth, flowers and grass will sprout, birds will sing.

Once this happens, one realizes that warm and pleasant, or cold and uncomfortable, all Springs are necessary; the earth needs it’s rest, we need it’s bounty.

Perhaps more than any other season, Spring teaches us most about faith.