This past summer I bought my first book of poetry, by e.e. cummings. He wrote a bunch of poems about springtime, a season tinged with joy and childhood memories of spending time at Joy Farms. Three seasons after reading those words, it's finally coming back: spring! I've never been more glad for an arrival.
The quick, pink blossoms on the Jane Magnolias signal green to grace tree branches once more. People flood outdoors by the masses; the grass looks greener, the sky bluer. And the symbolism of it all! The Lord will never not keep his word.
So raise your phones and blast these songs on loud. Spring's here again! (follow)