Memo from the OLd Mans Garden Green Leaves

After a seemingly endless winter, the heat has encouraged the leaves to push their way into being. A dark and lifeless looking landscape is transforming into healthy shades of green and the world itself seems to be coming alive. Gardeners are anticipating the feel of the dirt in their fingers as they wait eagerly for the soil to warm up enough to plant.  Green houses are waiting for a steady stream of customers intent on finding the right plants for their gardening pleasures. In the garden, the clok clok clok of frogs can be heard, the mosquitos have descended in droves, the robin red breasts are marking the return of spring and the ducks have staked out every sizable puddle as home for the next few months.

Winter weary people are feeling new spring in their steps. Eagerly watching for the greening, sensing that a similar greening is occurring in their soul. Hope is born again that whatever has been wearing and  grinding on the spirit is being washed away by the retreat of the snow and that new life is on the verge of appearing.  A realization that even the darkest of seasons come to pass and that healing will come as surely as the spring.

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