Spring into Summer 2021    

Howdy my friends, it’s a chilly springtime here in the NW. After a cold rainy winter. Ooh. I’m not complaining. In my youth I always loved autumn the most. It meant newness. It was melancholy, which every child understands. September was a new school year. new corduroys, new classes, new girls to have a crush on and never have the courage to talk to. Surely you remember. But in the last couple of decades I have grown to really appreciate springtime. I think it’s the hopeful way we are shown that life emerges again and again, despite the long winter. There hasn’t been a springtime in twenty years when I haven’t felt grateful, looked around at it all and exclaimed, “Well hey! I’ve lived to see another spring time!”