Clinging to Spring

There's been a lot of talk in the news lately about what people cling to in uncertain economic times. Personally, I like noticing that the seasons are changing. Just a few weeks ago, the trees were bare and skeletal, and the cold air gnawed on their bones like a scavenger. But yesterday, I was out walking, and those same trees were smiling in the sun, admiring each other's new foliage like women at a garden party, showing off their new spring frocks. And when I got home, I got out the old (well, new, they still make them) push mower and mowed the lawn for the first time this year. I like it when spring comes. If you want something to cling to, that's my suggestion.