It is Springtime in the Ozarks. I love this time of year.

With each new dawn’s earlier arrival, the harsh realities of winder fade into memory.

The crocus bloom. The dead brown of winter grass gives way to a hint of green, a light that says “Go. Grow.”

The tom turkey chases three hens at once as they gobble their escape in every widening circles in my yard.

The tom cat shows up less often to be fed. He’s got work to do; off somewhere with his harem.

This time of year says “Life. Life! LIFE!”

I can’t express how much I love this time of year. On a still cool but sunny day the warmth penetrates my jacket as I watch the flock. I’m grateful to be alive. It’s so beautiful, and wonderful. And then I think of that passage in I Corinthians 9 which says “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor mind conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him.”

Heaven must surely be spectacular!

(I wonder if the tom ever catches the hen, in heaven’s front yard?)