It has been too long since I made a list of things for which I feel grateful. It isn't hard to do this time of year. I love the fickle days of early spring. Sunshine and eager blossoms one day, gusty gales that chill to the bone the next. The perfect season for a heart that is never quite ready to let go while simultaneously looking ahead tingling with anticipation.
For sunshine and blossoms, and wind that causes the branches high in the tall old oak trees out front to sway. For first buds and hints of green replacing brown. Clouds that float across the pale blue sky. For rain and the smell of the earth waking up. The first morning the sweet chirping of birds registers on my mind. For all the hallmarks of an early spring day, I am deeply thankful.