We had our first spring rain a few days ago. With a pro-longed drought and not nearly
enough snow to alleviate the dryness, I welcome the sound of the water falling. Splat, splat, splat on the skylight; what a
wonderful sound to my ears; a few streaks of lightning framed the sky for
moments like a brilliant photographers flash.
The dirt, dust, and ash that had been forming minute clouds down that
traveled down the driveway were tamped back down with the moisture. 
I have thought that the change from no leaves, to little
buds, to the first tentative green leaves, to full blown summery green leaves
seems like a magical thing. Somehow it
goes from shades of tan, grey, and white (with any remaining snow), to a light green
haze and then – POOF – there are leaves!
How did that happen? I want to
sit up some night, sitting at a bonfire, and watch for leaves to make their
appearance.
These little green dots on the landscape make me think of
what areas in my life might be in winter dormancy. What needs a spring thaw to bud and form new
shoots? Hummm…. Spring thoughts can be
dangerous.
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