Springtime

I love listening to the end of 60 Minutes each Sunday... the rambling thoughts of Andy Rooney.  This week he was admonishing us, and himself, against the impulse to look too far forward.  On some program, he'd heard the announcer say that Summer was just around the corner.  To this, Andy pointed out that Summer does not begin until June 21st... weeks away from now... not "around the corner"  as quoted. 

When we think too far forward, we forget the many random pleasures of today.  This day, the air is cold, crisp, and the sky is overcast.  There are Robins in my yard, and other various birds are flitting back and forth
from the nests they have built.  There are songs and bird calls in the air.  My tulips are near to perfection.  The trees in the lane are covered with tiny white flowers.  I don't want to look forward so much that I miss this moment in time.  Following is a poem by Robert Frost, that describes the pleasures of Spring:

A Prayer in Spring 

by Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

I hope you will take the time to enjoy this day, this moment.  Breath it all in.  Let it fill your senses to overflowing.  Let your spirit dance the happy dance of Spring.