Today is spring. I know this because the many trees in our backyard look green not with leaves but with green buds or green branch-fur much like the fur on a deer’s antlers. Just a hint of green!
Leon Hale, Houston Chronicle columnist, often wrote about going south to meet spring. He had his little tests for spring, and I have mine from a different viewpoint. My wheelchair has a tilt back feature that lets me look up to see minute pretties the average person can’t see. If they tilted back that far to look, they would fall over.
My backyard pet squirrels are also telling me it is spring when I see them optimistically dig up most of the peanuts I gave them during the fall and winter, and they are chasing each other with gleams in their eyes.
People who live along the Gulf Coast meet spring earlier than, say, New England that is still covered with snow. We are already whooping it up in heat and sunshine, taking advantage of perfect patio weather before the iron patio furniture in summer is too hot to touch. Yay, spring! Yea, spring! Yeah, spring! That covers it for the spelling buffs. Happy spring. The blessing of yet another season arriving in God’s beautiful world must be celebrated.