The Golden Ears in spring.

Golden Ears Mountain, photographed in Maple Ridge, BC

The best thing about winter is that it means spring is on its way.  Like the countdown marching to a launch, each day passed means a day closer to spring.  Although the official start isn't until 58 days from now, its presence is in the air.

We had some modest weather the last few days.  Sunny skies with cool temperatures that reminded me of what is yet to come.  The odd daffodil poked its head up from the ground, and the occasional tulip green sprouted with promised colours soon to follow.  What I liked best though was the sound of robins, eerily silent the last few months, some having returned from their southern retreat, albeit a little early.  Not too many of them, but enough to give hope.

Spring, to me, is a time of new life.  Birds breeding, flowers blooming, gardens starting to thrive - these all are wonderful in their own right; how much more when they come together?  The days are brighter and the sapping rain and diminishing snow seems to have less power than it did earlier in the year.  And suddenly, it seems that there are neighbours.  The people who have hunkered down all winter finally come out to be seen by others in the community.  The grass has to be cut and the children want to run and play.

The only sad thing about spring is that it has to eventually give way to summer.  Although summer has its own glories, spring is the majestic bride of the seasons.  I am always happy to see it come, always sad to see it go.  There is joy, though, in knowing its time will come again soon.

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