Spring, Please Come and Stay

It's been a long, long, long winter.  Here we are at the end of March and spring has yet to come out of hiding.  My mind and my body are weary of the cold. Day after day, I find myself begging, cajoling and pleading for spring to arrive... and stay.

I know I'm not alone in experiencing the weariness of cloudy, cold days here in Chicago.  Up in Michigan, it has been more of the same.  In the last few days, there has been a glimmer of hope--the sun is slowly melting the sheets of ice covering the lake.

The daffodils are 3/4ths of the way up and the blossoms should be here by next week.  I know the promise of spring is just around the corner. It's a promise which keeps me going through the last lingering days of winter.  Spring brings a new awakening--new energy--and the renewal of the spirit.     I'm reminded, once again, of a quote by Anne Bradstreet:

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

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