It smelled like spring!

Here in Chicago we are used to big bad scary winters, but this year, well it was long, too. I say was, because today, it smelled like spring! We were our hunting for snowdrops, a sure sign that the winter is nearly over, sliding around on the iced-over trails, and enjoying every second. The air felt different, less harsh. Water was starting to melt, duck were wading in flowing streams, and the sky was bright blue, the deepest blue I've seen in months. Sure, it was still cold, but it seemed to be less brutal, like the earth is trying to wake from its deep sleep.

I find in really intriguing that Good Friday is the last day of winter this year. It seems so right. All that is death and coldness will fade in the warm light of the Resurrection. All of Creation will wake and sing to His glory, to celebrate the new day and new life. We usually hear Chorus Frog singing the first day of spring, this year I hope they wait a day, and wake the dawn on Easter morning with their joyous song. I hope to see the little glimpses of life, like daffodil shoots on Easter. It just seems the way it should be, earth wakes again as Christ Rises. After what seems like a long winter, and a very dark Lent, I look forward to the brightness of Spring and the Hope of the Resurrection.