Somehow, during my house arrest with my sick daughter, spring arrived. We’ve all been waiting patiently for the signs that we’ve left winter behind for good, and today we finally saw them. Not only were we in a Thunderstorm Warning and Tornado Watch for the better part of the day, we took a look outside and saw the very first green blades of grass peeking through the old dead brown.
It has been nice experiencing real seasons again, and now that spring has arrived in Nebraska, I’m beginning to realize just how important seasons are–not just for the farmers and ranchers whose very existence depends on them, but for the rest of us as well. The continual cycle of hibernation and awakening, of death and rebirth, gives us humans the opportunity to recharge our emotional batteries, to heal our wounds, and to reawaken with a fresh perspective and the promise of new beginnings. The continual change in our environment forces us to change as well, and makes it harder to stay in whatever rut we may find ourselves in.
Since Cadence seemed to be feeling well enough for me to actually put her down and step outside for a few photos, I grabbed my camera and headed out into the yard.
>I dunno, if I met that scary monster face in a dark alley, I might just wet myself! ;)We went through the major fever/snot/coughing stuff just a week or two ago. No fun. Are they calling for snow this weekend near you as well? I'm in disbelief.
>Agreed Cristen!And yes, my hubby just told me we are supposed to get snow! What the heck? Of course it has to happen right after we both put up our spring posts! Haha! I guess we jinxed it.