When Winter Lingers, Even Though It’s Spring

Our porch thermometer registered a brisk twenty-six degrees this morning — this first day of spring. The old apple tree is beginning to form tiny buds on its branches, my rose bushes are awakening from their slumber … spring is here, and yet winter lingers with its frosty mornings and oyster gray skies.

As I observed the contrast of two seasons — their merging, their conflict — I thought about my spirit. And yours.

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