I love spring. It is the newness of everything, I think. The flowers are blooming, the grass looks greener than it ever has, butterflies, dragonflies; everything is coming to life again after the cold winter. The trees are leafing. It is magnificent beauty and terrible rage all at the same time.
Sitting in the pasture while the horses eat is one of my favorite things to do in the afternoon. The air is slightly breezy, slightly warm, but not hot. The farm is quiet with everyone eating and minding their own business for once. It could be a masterpiece painting should someone decide to paint it.
But, spring is the stormy season when you live in Tornado Alley. I dare not bemoan the rain after being in a long, long drought. But, this year, the storms have been dreadful. Homes in Wylie , Whitesboro, Howe , and other locales have been ripped apart by tornadoes on the ground for mere moments. There have been flash floods. Houston was hit with a huge flood just last week. Now, I have to say I love a good storm, but not when it takes lives, homes, cars and other things. A good thunderstorm makes sleeping easy for me and leaves me a bit lazy when I awake.
This is one of the stormiest springs I can remember in a long while. I pray if you happen to be in the storm’s path, you are able to stay safe.
Spring reminds me of a bipolar cycle. It can be nice and calm one minute and the next, it’s dark, cloudy and raging against all . Still, I love it.