Spring Reminder

I'm up early as my Sunday morning routine dictates.  As I walk outside to get the paper, I appreciate that the sun is already casting shadows on the lawn.  Its light just beginning to bend around the corner of the house and spill into the front porch.  The newness of the day, with its crisp and clean air lifts my spirit and awakens me to my surroundings. There is a chill in the air, but there is also a promise in the sun's light that this will ease into a warm and cheerful day.  I stop for a moment and gaze across the yards of pastel beige/green grass into the forest of brown, leafless trees and evergreens. I sense that nature is gathering her energy as she prepares to break forth with new life and renewal.  I listen to the to the morning bird songs and feel the slight breeze chill my skin.  These early spring mornings and their late fall cousins always remind me of the times I spent at my Grandmother's house in northern Wisconsin.  As walk back up the driveway toward he house, I pause my morning routine, just for just another moment.  I tell Grandma I love her, I miss her and will always think of her on the cool crisp mornings, when the sun is rising, the birds are singing and the day springs anew.