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Springtime in Jersey

~ Barbara ~ 1 Comment

I love the coming of spring and its promise of new life. What a wonder to behold!

The tiniest hint of green appeared on tree branches. So tiny, I wondered if my eyes deceived me. But then it happened—the green spread, and deepened, and intensified. Now, New Jersey is swathed in varying shades of green.

Forsythia and daffodils burst out in yellow, bringing spontaneous smiles to our faces. Crocuses and hyacinths complemented them with their pink and purple petals. Trees blossomed into bloom—dogwoods, magnolias, and flowering cherry.

I love the onset of fresh fruit and the promise of backyard barbecues.

I love packing away winter coats and walking out the door without thought of the cold.

I love opening the windows and allowing in fresh breezes.

I love to watch the seemingly synchronized arrival of birds at our feeders, each singing their unique song.

I love seeing people taking walks or out in their yards, especially the children.  

I love living in New Jersey where each season is distinctive.

I love that the seasons are ordained by God. We can do nothing to alter them, slow their arrival, or delay their passing.

I love seeing God’s fingerprints in nature, ever changing but displayed in patterns that never change.

I Love Spring

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I love the burst of green that seems to change the landscape overnight—a brilliance of color shooing away winter’s gray.

I love blossoming cherry trees, magnolias, and dogwoods and the sight of golden forsythia swaying in the breeze.

I love to hear birds chirping and watch them gathering bits of grass and twigs for nests.

I love colorful crocuses and hyacinths, daffodils and tulips flaunting petals of pink and purple, yellow and red.

I love shedding bulky winterwear in exchange for lightweight wraps.

I love days that stretch longer and stretches in the seventh inning of a ballgame.

I love seeing neighbors work in their yards while their children ride bikes and shoot baskets.

I love sunlight shining from blue skies dotted with cotton candy clouds.

I love fresh strawberries, sweet and juicy, that hold the promise of becoming sweeter and juicier.

I love spring rains that produce splashing puddles, flowing streams, and full reservoirs.

I love spring because it’s a season of promise. It reminds me that winter is not as harsh or fruitless as it appears because it’s always followed by a season of hope, whether in nature or in my personal life.

See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come.
Song of Solomon 2:11-12

Finding Hope, 65 Meditations for a Broken Heart

Relaxing

Glimmerglass State Park
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Glimmerglass State Park—66 degrees and sunnier than it appears—whitecaps from a strong breeze and gentle waves lapping the shore.

Rich and I are enjoying some down time in Cooperstown—so no post this week! The scenery is beautiful and the quiet delightful. Until next week, enjoy spring’s glorious unfolding.

Finding Hope, 65 Meditations for a Broken Heart