Spring Has Sprung

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“Spring has sprung, Fall has fell, Winter is here and it’s colder than…..usual.”

     –  Dick Heston (1933 – 2002), in one of his reliable “Dad jokes”

I was blessed to spend a few days back in southeast Wisconsin these past few days.  It’s the birthplace of The Three, home to many of our closest friends, and simply one of my favorite places in the USA, especially when the Spring sun is rising over Lake Michigan as I tool along Lake Drive.

On the way up there Friday night, I tooled along Highway 151 through the pastures of southern Wisconsin where I must’ve passed a couple dozen dairy farms.  Dad hated milking cows, which was why we only had beef cattle, but he loved Spring calves — and I bet I saw more than a hundred of them, playing, jumping, and chasing each other across those pastures.  I went back and forth between wishing he was in the car with me, and believing that he was.

Spring is a time of possibility.  Spring is a time of beginnings.  And Spring 2021 carries a ton more expectations for most of us than her sisters who came before.

Whatever baggage we’ve built up these past 13 months, whatever “normal” was, became, or is becoming for us — we owe it to ourselves and those around us to “feel our oats,” as Dad would say about those calves.  We owe it to ourselves to run and play and jump our way forward.

If not literally, then figuratively and imaginatively — to breathe some Spring air into our lungs and focus on possibilities.

2021 will be better — if we let it.  If we count on it.  If we spring forward with hope and belief that what we do next will matter in the crop we’re hoping to harvest at some point down the road.

 


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