So this morning after the sun rose I walked down the driveway to get the newspaper and wow! Forty-three luscious degrees caressed my face and the lawn had changed from white to green in the night.
"Spring!" I thought. "This feels like Springtime."
Then thud! went my heart as I remembered it's only December 31st and I live in Buffalo which means Winter, snow, ice, freezing rain and high temps only in the teens have just started.
But you know? Right away this little voice (uh-oh) whispered, "If it feels like Springtime--take it. Accept it as a spring-like gift in December. But! Be careful not to spoil it with dread of the long winter months ahead.
Wow. Don't you just love those simple revelations? A gift of a spring-like day on December 31st. A day when I, later, carried my poor ol' deflated pumpkins from the front steps over to the compost pile and picked up pine cones, too--all without a jacket, just my usual two layers of knitted long-sleeve tops. A day when I greeted our neighbors as they got into their car then took a little walk around our yard and all the puddles.
I'll take a spring time day in December anytime. Revel in it. Celebrate it and just accept it as the amazing gift it is--no dread to mar it allowed. Only straight gratitude.