Hope for spring

I’m tired of cold and snow. I’m ready for warm and green. I’ve seen the start of buds on some of the trees in my yard. That means spring really is coming! Hooray! We have a north-facing lawn, so it still looks like winter there: the snow we shoveled from the driveway and walk onto the grass is still too deep to have melted, even though across the street those south-facing yards look like they’ve already been mowed. So, I look at their yards and not my own, look out the kitchen window at the baby buds starting to show on the maple tree there and feel hope rising. Spring isn’t just a dream. It will be a reality, and sometime soon. I hope.