Spring has sprung! Really. What does an animal that lives in the ground and is a “hog” know about spring anyway? He has to be yanked from his dark, benighted hole and then expected to know that he sees his shadow? Come one—let’s get real.
I staked my reputation on the signs of spring around me; fat-breasted robins, the cacophonous night time cries of killdeer, purple, white, and yellow crocus blooming through blankets of crisp, white snow, and the obvious holes in my lawn from squirrels foraging for hidden walnuts. “Spring is here!” I protested.
Snow came. Snow fell. Snow piled up. Still I demanded spring. Many scoffed at me; nescient of the sure signs spring had arrived.
Alas, here we are enjoying sunshine, phonate calls of emerging birds, and green color splattered across seemingly lifeless grass. Spring has SPRUNG!
“See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert
and streams in the wasteland.”
(Isaiah 43:19 NIV)
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