Yesterday, despite the much cooler tempetures, despite the strong, unexpected  thunderstorms of the early morning hours, and I captured the first real touches of Spring in my corner of the world.  The grass is getting greener everywhere.

The daffodils are blooming with their varying hues of bright yellow and orange.  They always make me smile, especially when they are in my kitchen.

My sister-in-law created these delicious looking delicasies in her kitchen and dropped them off for my grandchildren to enjoy.  Tiny chocolate pretzel nests with the marshmellow birds and the chocolate covered marshmellow popsicles.  I am sure they will be thrilled.

I discovered my hyacinths were blooming and once again their fragrance took me back to my childhood, as it does every time I smell them.  Thanks to my daughter for sharing one with me each Easter.

And suddenly my very favorite tree is filled with blossums.  Every Spring, without fail, this tree at the side of my screened-in porch turns it's bare Winter branches into vibrant pink flowers.  It is like a silent ushering in, of the coming warm seasons of life. 

Yesterday, as I studied each delicate blossom, I marveled at God's handiwork.  Never, do I want to be too busy as to not take time to notice it all.  When I was young, the changing of each season had an entirely different meaning to me.  But, now that I am older, the changing of the seasons have a more profound effect on me.  The Spring reveals to me a renewal and a feeling of optimism takes over for me, as I watch the earth become alive again.  No matter how fierce the Winter, no matter how dark and dismal some of the days were, of that season, Spring always comes.  The continuity of it all, brings me joy.  To me, it is truly a set of miracles taking place before my eyes...silently and gloriously the green and the colors burst forth from Winter's barren soil.

I am sounding like my grandmas.  I remember them talking like this, and I also remember how differently I looked at life then. All I cared about was the fact that the coming of Spring meant that school was soon over for the year, and summer vacation was about to begin.  Now, that I haved lived through  many Springtimes, I have come to appreciate more fully, the process I see before me.  Thank you, God for creating the Spring as a gift for us all to enjoy, and thank you dear blogging friends, for the privilege of sharing bits and pieces of it all,  from my corner of the world today.