With this having been one of the coldest, wettest winters I can recently remember, I am so ready for Spring to Sing. I am ready to see all the color, my property has to offer. The Robins are redder here, and the Azealias, all 400 bloom in breathtaking colors that make me stop and stare in awe. The green of my lawn jumps out at you and I sit in the aderondacks and marvel at God's hand. Oh my goodness is he not the greatest artist of all. How can we ever deny his presence and his hand as we look out at this beautiful country that we are so fortunate to live in.I am so ready to drive I-45 south and wind up with the sand between my toes. Walking hand in hand and watching as the sun calls it a day. The shadows and light will be so fresh and different. Laughter and relaxation will replace chills and gray days. The wild flowers will be popping out of the sand and I will marvel at how anything could possibly grow there, especially something so beautiful. We will sit on the swing and listen as the surf crashes over and over, with a quiet roar and swoosh. We will peacefully glide into the night as the moon and stars send the crabs running for safer space. Come on let's leave all this behind and stop at this wonderful place where we can spend a little time. This place where my soul recharges and becomes one with God, this place that makes me always feel as if I have come home, this place that makes sad to have to leave, this place that I plan to live and start anew for it is no doubt long over due. Come on SPRING , we patiently wait, and We are all wanting to hear you SING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
