Friends

Spring is in the air. . .is that a phrase corny or what?

Let's see - how creative can I be describing the newness of the season?

I've got. . ."the newness of the season smells good". . .

Nope, won't do; maybe the season doesnt't smell so good downwind from a hog farm.

Okay, it's a great day to be outside doing something; the grass isn't just green, it's real green and beautiful and I'm having a good day. A good, hot cup of coffee started my day at 5:15 along with the writings of one of my favorite authors, Philip Yancey ("Prayer: Does It Make A Difference?"). I opened the front door just a tad, the freshness of the chill of a new day worked its way through the screen and birds outside were rivaling the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. No matter what else happens to them today, they're happy and don't mind letting the rest of the slumbering neighborhood know it. Three rabbits invaded the area around one of the bushes seeking breakfast, making unnecessary any weed eating this week. It's a season of newness, color, optimism, music, and the return of leisurely days. Oh yes, I can put the snow shovel away until next winter. It's a good life.

And it's made better with friends - went out to lunch with a pal today; we got tired of the crowded restaurant and came back to my place and sat in conversation. He kicked off his shoes, threw his feet up on the couch, made himself at home and shared with his views on the culture and values of the 1950s - a decade he missed thirty years too late. It was good to hear his perspective - he's got well developed insights and I respect his point of view. He's proof that youth is not wasted on the young.

Happy Spring!