It’s mid-Lent and the world is waking up.
The garden center around the corner has reopened to satisfy every good intention.
Next door, the farm stand is getting a spit-shine as the farm hands lay down rows of plastic to protect the infants below the surface.
Yesterday’s rain had lost its winter cold and, instead, smelled of spring, heralding the impending fulfillment of the daffodil’s promise.
Out town is a-buzz with spring cleaning; the yearly preparations being made for the coming throng of tourists and seasonal residents.
Company is coming and we all want the place looking it’s best.
The world is turning from death to life and this week we feel the first wave of resurrection.