Spring Renewal

For my children. You’ will always be Spring in my heart.

She could not wait for Spring to come home when the flowers came out of their sleepy slumber and raised their wobbly heads to the sky.  She could not wait to dig her fingers deep into the sweet smelling soil and watch it sift through her fingers.  She could not wait to see the miracle of life when she saw little bits of green pop up through the dirt from the tiny seeds she buried, oh so carefully, into the ground.

She knew  her Spring was coming.  She told everyone it was just down the road, around the corner and to the left of winter.  In addition, she waited in childlike anticipation for that first warm breeze and that first glimpse of green. 

She sighed and said, “Oh Spring – come soon!”

In January, she browsed the seed catalogs of the year before.  She looked longingly at the pictures of blooming roses and Cottonwood trees.   As she sat by the fire on the cold winter days, she wrote a list of what she was going to put in her garden that year. 

 In February, she made single hearts and valentines and stared out the frosty window looking for that first sign of  Spring.   Her heart ached for the warmth of her Spring as she mailed her valentines and shivered in her coat as she trudged home on the crunching snow.

  March came marching in with freezing cold, snow and windy days.  In that month, the calendar said Spring would begin. She walked outside and looked around for the telltale signs that Spring was on its way.  She saw the brave little shoots of a crocus and tulip popping up through what was left of the dying snow.  Her heart  filled with so much joy.  Spring was definitely a blossom away. She knew that may or may not be true.   Still she waited in anticipation for that first warm, sunny, Spring day.

 Then April came.  She dyed Easter eggs and ate chocolate bunnies.  She went fishing, sat by the water, and read a book.  And she dreamed of her Spring.  She dreamed of flowers, green grass and trees full of leaves.

In May, she filled baskets full of goodies and delivered them to doorsteps of friends and family.  She walked home in the warm sunshine, smiling and knowing that  her Spring was almost here.  She prepared her garden.  She dug her fingers in the sweet smelling earth, planted her seeds, and watched them pop up.  She watched as flowers came out of their sleepy slumber and raised their wobbly heads to the sky.  And she knew that soon, very soon,  her Spring would come.

In June, she waited in childlike anticipation for  her Spring to come down the road.  She weeded her garden.  She picked fresh flowers for the kitchen table.  She stared out the window for the longest time.

One day she saw a cloud of dust billowing up and around the corner. She could feel a smile blossoming in her heart like springtime flowers  as she walked out to meet the car that was driving up to her house. The smile spread to her face as the car door opened.

“I’m home Mom!”  She heard as she ran to the car with her arms wide open.  Her Spring had  finally come home.



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