The sun’s rays are pouring down. Warm breezes blow against my face, tossing my hair into my eyes. I run down to the east corner of the house, and look out across the prairies.
The winter has been long, the snow piled high. None left now, well, almost none. A few traces remain under the dense lilac bush which guards that house corner. Spring is here, it really is. A meadowlark sits on a fence post singing its heart out. The smells, the sounds, the sights – I am so happy. Continue reading