I am not going to apologize for not writing since I was in Kathmandu- it seems I have apologized too much in the past and I will refuse to feel guilty for being too busy to get on my blog, a good friend of mine told me yesterday she gave up feeling guilty for Lent and I am going to join her. Instead I will jump in with my thought for this week... It really is Spring. I write this and my house is creaking and shuddering from the strong winds blowing out there and some of the April showers still wetting the earth.
Pongo and Perdita, my yearly visiting ducks have not showed up yet but it is still Spring. I went to the Celery Farm a couple of times this week and I can see evidence that the earth is renewing itself. First, the robins are all over the place. They kind of escorted me through my first walk of the year. Squirrels also visited with me. An little bits of green kept popping up through the dead leaves promising that soon all with be green and the trees will be full again. I am so ready for this. I really do love each and every season but there is something special about the coming of spring, even on blustery days like this that might feel more like winter than spring.
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