The other day, I met a new
colleague who sheepishly recounted his recent relocation from an East Coast
state, having not been so blessed as to be born below the Mason-Dixon line, but
explained that he got to Texas as fast as he could. He was also quick to say that, despite
warnings from northern friends about the intense southern heat, he had fared quite
well during his first August in Texas. He
went further to admit that, while he would probably import snow to East Texas just
for Christmas Day, he was otherwise happy with his new homeland and its ever-changing
forecast. It was reflective of the true saying
that if you don’t care for the weather in Texas, just be patient and wait a
day, because it will surely change. Anyway,
this optimistic soul is starting fresh in a strange land (not strange in general,
mind you, just strange to him because it was different.) As I remarked to him, especially for a Yankee,
he had a truly exemplary attitude. Good
for him!
The undeniable truth is
this: no matter what your preferred time of year, Spring presents a unique opportunity
to soar to new heights. So, I have
decided to emulate both the sparrow couple and my Texas transplant friend. I will rebuild my nest, take advantage of the
change in seasons to walk through newly opened doors, and maybe even take a chance
on something strange or different. I
thank the good Lord for the Spring flowers, the longer days, my replenished get-up-and-go,
and baby birds that will soon learn to fly.
And I can’t help but look forward to a golden Summer.
