Spring Analogy

Spring is so beautiful in New England. Every year I am amazed when the forsythia bushes sprout their bright yellow buds - before anything else. When they turn green the trees start to blossom, the azaleas bloom, and the bulbs pop up. Then you get the lilacs - the smell reminds me of spring in my back yard growing up. I could go on. This all happens so fast and before you know it, school is out and you are trying to entertain kids all summer while their friends have evacuated. As Spring passes I comfort myself with the assurance that it will happen again next year.

I have decided that Spring is like a new born baby. The experience is sublime and sacred. It takes your breath away and is intoxicating. It is a most wonderful time but it is very short-lived. Babies change almost before your eyes. As I have enjoyed each of my babies I have been comforted to know that it won't be my last - that I can enjoy this all again.

I don't have forsythia or lilacs in my own garden and only 3 tulips came up. I have learned to enjoy the flowers in other people's gardens - and there is no work involved. Hopefully I can learn to enjoy other's newborns too.