People I meet as I go through life occasionally comment on their favorite season of the year on the Texas Tundra.
Surprisingly — to me, at least — most of them seem to prefer the fall. Leaves changing colors. Our landscape brightens just a bit. The cooler days. All that stuff seems to appeal to many people.
But this is my favorite season of the year. Bring on the spring, man.
The terrain out there can get pretty bleak in the winter. We’ve had a good bit of snow in these parts during the winter of 2014-15. For all I know, more might be on the way. Hey, it’s only early April.
It’s the renewal aspect of the season that I find so joyous.
Those bare trees are beginning to blossom. Some of them go from naked to “fully clothed” in green seemingly overnight. That’s all right. The greenery is a sign of that spring has sprung.
It also has a good bit to do with my faith. We’re going to celebrate Easter tomorrow along with billions of other Christians around the world. We’ll go to church, listen to the pastor praise the new life that Jesus promises us. We’ll sing joyful hymns celebrating The Resurrection. We’ll have a nice dinner later in the day with family and friends.
Indeed, Easter is all about renewal and rebirth.
It’s all around us.
The signs of spring are unmistakable. They’re quite welcome in our home. Very soon, summer will arrive. Temperatures will rise and, oh yes, we’ll commence the gripes about the triple-digit heat and wish dearly for the return of autumn.
My friends and acquaintances will cherish autumn’s arrival and say, once again, how it’s their favorite season of the year.
Me? I’ll just wait for next spring.
First things first. I plan to enjoy the current spring to the max.