It's that time of year again....
where the sun shines brighter and warmer and the snow gives way in most places except for the big hills left from plowing. The boys revel in it, hoping for sun and spring, and loving the wet, messy snow too...how it packs into snowballs so well now and makes icy paths for the sled to go even faster.
It's that time of year again....where little boys find things so interesting they just sit and watch, putting aside momentary differences to watch the changing season.
It's that time of year again....where the hens wake up from their winter survival mode, they rediscover fresh air and sunshine and become emboldened by it, scratching even in the snow for treasure and life.
It's that time of year again...where the man must trim back all that isn't wanted in order to make room for more growth. He works hard, breathing in the freshness, the sunshine, loving the trees enough to prune them back.
It's that time of year again, where the wife watches it all in amazement, praying he won't fall from that tree, praying for growth, looking to her own heart, pruning it back and letting things go to make room for growth.
It's that time of year again....where we hope for spring, we play as if it were spring, but the cold air makes us give up after only an hour and we come inside to warm up and be together.