Eternal Spring

The last few days have been full of promise.  And to think that a few short weeks ago we were dealing with snow and ice and all sorts of winter weather.  Such a relief to finally stand on the porch and feel the warmth of the sun on my face and hear the turkey's gobble on the far ridge.

This morning was a wonderful sight.  Fog early with the sun rising like a moon over the fog bank.  Bright, bright sunshine pouring like molten gold into my house. And as I sat in my chair I was amazed at how that light seemed to seep into each corner and give it life.

From the porch, as the fog lifted, I could see  blades of grass  festooned with spider webs, crystal strands of diamond dew glistening in the sun.

Yesterday, before the storm arrived with threatening clouds and hail and wind, the sky was that unbelievable springtime blue.  White wisps of cotton were sailing over the hills as I drove into town.  How beautiful spring is here in the Ozarks. 

And it set me to thinking about the eternal nature of change in our world.  All of the trials and troubles, war and mayhem that we live with daily is just temporary.  Years and years ago, before we even set foot here in this wild and rocky land, the spring sky was just as blue.  The wild flowers sprang up to bloom and go to seed.  The turkeys sought their mates.  The deer browsed in field and forest.  And long after you and I are gone it will still be spring.  And some other eyes will grow to love the ever changing and eternal promise of this season of renewed life, and hope for the future.