Spring
"The time of the singing of birds has come....."
When I was a little girl, I had a book with this phrase in it. In all these years, I have never forgotten this phrase!
Spring has finally arrived, and I am enjoying the lovely little wooded area in back of my house. In fact, with cushions in an oversized Adirondack chair and a sweatshirt to ward off the chill of the breeze, I must confess, I fell asleep.
I so rarely have to time to just sit and enjoy my private patch of nature--the butterflies dancing above my neighbor's flowers, the calls of the many birds, the sunlight dancing through the leaves.
Tomorrow may bring a trial, but I have a memory to stave off whatever evils may come. And eventually, I will enjoy the ultimate "time of the singing of birds."
