Spring has Sprung

Ahhh….spring, I love this time of year. It’s filled with the promise of new life, as many shades of green replace the dreary brown of winter’s end. It makes me feel excited at the thought of warmer days ahead. I notice the chartreuse buds appear on the branches, and the first peek of the grass green stems breaking through the earth, that will soon become spring flowers.

With this year’s Easter holiday falling in the first week of spring, my daughter has been home for school break, and I thought I’d ask her favorite memories of this time of year. Without hesitation she said, “I loved the Easter egg hunts on the farm.” So many fond memories filled my thoughts. Each year, three or four dozen eggs were hidden and scattered throughout the yard. The colorful eggs were filled with small treasures, candy and coins. Both my children would run from tree to and tree and bush to bush, hoping to find the brightly colored gems, then spreading their bounty across the ground, while beaming from ear to ear.

Another favorite time was the birth of our spring lambs. The soft and wobbly new born lambs would capture our hearts. They would run, jump and play while their moms fed. Each year there would always be one or two lambs that would need to be bottle fed. What a wonderful learning experience that was for my children.

I have to agree, my daughter’s favorite memories have to be some of my top memories when they were younger as well. Along with childhood memories of my own, like getting a new Easter dress and hat each year for church, or running through the house looking for hidden Easter baskets. One year, I searched high and low for my basket and never found it. After a few days it slipped my memory, until July, when my Dad pulled it out of a hat box in his closet. Everyone had forgotten the basket was still hidden, needless to say….the contents were no longer edible.

I enjoy looking back on earlier times, but since spring has sprung again this year, I am going to enjoy experiencing new memories of another season. What are your favorite memories of spring?

xoxox…..Sheryl

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