Spring brings back wonderful memories from times gone by

Growing up in a small town in Eastern Ontario was a time when we as kids explored the big field at the end of the street. In Spring, we watched the tall grass turn green, the wildflowers bloom, such as the forget-me-nots growing beside the creek, and the cocoons turning into butterflies. We would

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by Larry Ellis

touch the furry white blossoms of the pussy willow tree. We tried catching tadpoles in a jar of water, and then put them back into the creek so that they could grow legs to become frogs or toads. The baby bunnies were born and hopped around the field trying to keep up with mother rabbit. We kids were busy with skipping ropes, bouncing balls, kites, fishing rods. Easter egg hunts, bees, new clothes. There were the smiling faces of people walking dogs or pushing strollers.

Spring is the time when we listen to the birds greet one another with their cheerful songs. I am sure they are telling stories of their adventures over the past few months. Have you ever noticed how excited we get when we see the first robin of the season, as we watch it dig for a juicy worm? How do we react when we see and hear the first colourful cardinal sitting on a tree branch calling out to a mate? This is a sure sign of Spring around here.

There are signs around the house that it is Springtime. People cleaning the windows, opening the doors. The farmers prepare the land to plant their crops.

Life’s path, much like the path of Spring, encounters mixed emotions; we need both the rain and the sunshine. Live life with a sparkle, look forward to each hour, live life with a sparkle and show it in your face!