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The First Signs of Spring

Story ID:8781
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Caldwell ID USA
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When does spring come? As a kid, it was when the robins returned and I
received new sneakers to run in. It was the scent of fresh paint on the walls and
open windows.

Spring came when the snow melted and the lakes cleared of ice. Late snows
came but lasted only a few days before the warming spring sun melted it.

We knew it was spring, when the grass on the lawn close to the southern
side of our homes began to green. It was there I found the freshest straws to chew on.

Like the animals who shed their winter fur, we knew it was spring when
we shed our winter garments for lighter clothing.

Days grew longer; tree buds to begin a new year of life; crocuses sprout from
the previously frozen soil; and birds return from their southern vacations to raise
their families, who will follow the same pattern the next year.

Snow retreats up the sides of mountains in fear of the warmth of the warmth. It
loses the battle this season, but will return to rule again next winter.

The cows in the pasture behind our apartments birth new life. The fields are
freshly plowed by farmers making their living they return like the birds to raise new

Spring brings new life and a new generations.

I sat on my front step last week and discovered a new sign of spring.
In the cul-de-sac in front of our complex, children screamed and played. They
rolled on skate boards, skated on roller blades, biked, ran, chased each other,
laughed and screamed in the warmth of the first real day of spring. Their TV's,
video games and computers were left behind.

Children playing outside: that is the first sign of spring.

Michael T. Smith