Spring

Spring, Spring, Spring.  When I was young, my mom made a poster with hand-drawn pictures showing the signs of spring.  When one of us kids saw a sign, we could write our name next to it.  Robins, pussy willow branches, trees budding out and flowers were eagerly watched for.  When I saw robins in my yard, I rejoiced.  Then I noticed the tulips and peonies pushing up through the soil and I rejoiced.  Now the trees are budding, even our newly planted fruit trees and I rejoice.  The plants are growing again and I can, too.  I'm feeling ready, I think, to spring into this year.