Light at the end of the tunnel

To steal a quote often-used by a friend (and a common song lyric), "what a long, strange trip it's been." This has been a long winter, and I'm not just talking about the weather! So many friends, family, and strangers have remarked about how they can't WAIT for winter to be over, and for a little light, love and warmth to come our way. I couldn't agree more. And whereas, it is now officially spring in this part of the world, the ice needing to be chipped away this morning didn't really make it "feel" too springy.

But, I look out my window and see our little bunch of daffodils standing as golden sentinels against the grey morning and I feel a little warmth. I can see the tiniest of buds on the wisteria vine and atop the lilac bush, and I can almost smell their wonderful scent I will soon enjoy. I see the faintest blue patch break through the week long torrent of gray and rain and I try to soak up every ounce of that warmth and sun before it disappears again. And I try to tell myself that there's a light at the end of the tunnel - a warm loving light that will usher in long sunny days, trips to farmers markets for fresh grown produce, long nights outdoors in warm summer air, bike rides along bluffs with bright blue rivers beneath, and smiles and hope on everyone's faces. I mean, that's what Spring is all about, isn't it? New life, hope, renewal. All I can say is "let's get on with it, already!"