Sunday was the first day of Spring --the Equinox.
"Spring has came and winter has went and it wasn't did by accident," as the child's poem so well says.
If Autumn means a time of resting fields, fulfillment and understanding, then Spring is a season of hustle, hope and the word is spelled with four letters: WORK.
Beginning with the first green bud in spring one learns lessons in patience, too. Altho we can go out in February, here in the Southwest, break off branches of forsythia and buds of jonquils and force them into early bloom in the warmth of our houses; even tho we can plant seeds in hotbeds and indoor flats and set them outside at the earliest safe time, still we must learn to wait for Nature
to waken her own buds in her own good time. We see the brown tree buds begin to swell and change color; we may await eagerly the snowdrift of wild plums or the pink cloud of pink cloud of red bud or apple and peach blossoms, but we must be patient. We may plant our small wrinkled seeds and pat them into the mellow, mealy earth as one puts a small child down and pats it to sleep, but we must not go digging among the seeds to see if they are going to grow if we want a good "stand." People who live in the country learn patience from working with Mother Earth who does all things in due time.
Note: One of my grandmother's favorite Bible verses to was Ecclesiastes 3:1 "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. . . " I have heard her say or read that verse from the Bible many, many times. - Dr. Kathleen Morrow