Spring. I love that word especially after a winter like we have had. The cold and grey does that to you. It’s relentless hold on nature presses against hope. But then out of nowhere, a seed that fell to the ground during winter’s first assault sprouts. The miracle of life and creation’s source of anticipation breaks through the frozen lifeless ground. The scrawny looking arms of the leafless tress suddenly become covered with knobby little buds that challenge winter’s last bluffs. And then one day it happens. An explosion of color and growth and with it a dissipation of hopelessness and fear that this would be the year that spring wouldn’t return.