It Seems to be Spring Again

The smell of freshly cut grass blowing through the open kitchen window. The aroma of the marinade slowly burning off the wire rack in the gas grill as it preheats for tonight's nourishment. The hummingbird that startles me as I step out the back door, having interrupted its feeding frenzy. The pauses in time that are spent as I look over the back yard, making mental notes of which projects I will begin first, forgetting the bacon sizzling on the stove for my beans. My tiny moments in time, these moments of the early Spring, leave me with a sense of hope for brighter days and peace if only I will stop and savor them.