Biceps and I have argued for years about what season of year is the best. He’s partial to the Fall-light jackets are necessary, trees are turning yellows/reds/oranges and the beverage of choice is coffee.
I personally love the Spring time.
But, I’ll be honest-the biggest reason that I love the Spring is that it means my birthday is right around the corner.
Besides my birthday (which I may need to remind you that you only have 59 shopping days left),I love the reminder that we once were dead and now we are alive in Him-seen as the naked trees bud, the brown and prickly grass turns green and soft, and the dormant flowers are in bloom.
But, I digress.
One of my favorite neighbors will sit out back with her precious little white dogs and read for hours.
Doors and windows are left open, giving the breeze full reign. Shorts are dusted off and legs are shaved. The garden will be planted soon-which promises a harvest and a physical measure of hard work.
The neighborhood is alive with strollers, bikes, dog walkers and runners. There is life, shared life, as we smile at each other, catch up on the other and enjoy the sun.
I think I have made my case. In my opinion-Spring wins the “Superior Season Contest”. But Biceps says the jury is still out.