Soak it up, folks
The wonderful sounds and sights of spring are everywhere if we’d only stop to acknowledge and appreciate them..
The birds chirping, geese cackling, turtle doves cooing, gentle breeze blowing, grass greening, fluffy white clouds floating against a crystal blue sky, apple blossoms, eagles and hawks on the wing, bees buzzing, butterflies dancing, new leaves rustling in the trees, and “Fore!” and “Get in the hole!” echoing from the golf course.
And, no, ditch weed is not involved in this assessment.
On the human side, fragrant, smoking BBQ grills, lawn mowers fired up for the first time, “I caught one, dad!” echoing from a young boy snagging his first Blue Gill at Spring Lake, “Good catch!” from a proud dad to his son or daughter practicing summer ball at the CYBA fields, “Throw it home! Throw it home!” shouts a youth summer ball coach as her team practices for another exciting season.
This magnificent assault on the senses right here in Our Town where we keep getting back up after being knocked down only to roll up the sleeves ready for the next one because that’s what we do here and always have.
And nobody ever said it better than the late troubadour John Denver, who just had a way with words.
“You fill up my senses like a night in a forest,
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain, like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again!”