Early one morning this week, I had to go outside to take the trash out. As soon as I was out the door, I was hit with a pungent odor. The smell of spring.
We’ve been having some warm days lately, and winter’s grip on the soil is loosening up. Growing up in Southern California, I never encountered the powerful smells that come with the spring thaw. Earthy is probably the best way to describe it. I’m hoping you’ll know what I mean. 🙂
Another sign that spring is on its way is the annual appearance of my Kate Hodgkin dwarf Iris, pictured above. They appear at the edge of my driveway almost overnight, but sadly they’re gone just about as fast. On my way out this morning, I saw the first one blooming. Ah, I can’t wait for what will soon come right behind them.
This week, we’ve experienced the beginning of a massive transition in the Catholic Church. Many prayers are needed. Now, just outside my house, another ancient transition is happening. In fact, such transitions are occurring all the time for those who pause to notice them.
Take a moment today or this weekend to pause and reflect on what transitions you’ve experienced recently. Did they make you happy, or did you feel stressed and anxious? Can you sense God’s hand in it?
Something to ponder…