It happened quite subtlely.There was no hoopla…no marching bands. No one declared a day in its honor or or gave it a key to city. But after the winter we have had, you would have thought some of the above would have taken place. At 11:57 a.m. CDT, it became Spring.
Ah, spring! This season brings increasing daylight, warming temperatures, and the rebirth of flora and fauna.
Vernal Equinox. The word equinox is derived from the Latin words meaning “equal night.” Days and nights are approximately equal everywhere and the Sun rises and sets due east and west.
At the equinoxes, the tilt of Earth relative to the Sun is zero, which means that Earth’s axis neither points toward nor away from the Sun.
What does this mean for us in layman’s terms? It means longer hours of daylight. It means the temperature will continue to warm and plants will bloom with renewed zeal. It means the drive home from work will be light and children will clamor to stay outside playing longer and longer.
It means a changed in attitude; the dark dreary winter has passed us by and in its place, glorious spring! It means tilling the garden and smelling the sweet earth as it turns to dry in the warm sun. It means the sweet smell of crocus and daffodils. It means apple blossomes and red buds budding.
Okay, I guess by now you get my drift. I’m excited for spring. If it weren’t so cold, I’d probably dance naked around the yard and thank God for the end of winter. (Those of you that are my neighbors are now thanking God that its still chilly!)
Of all the things that spring means to me, the most important is Easter. In my dancing and rejoicing there is an ever increasing awareness each week that I attend mass, that Holy week is drawing near. What began on Ash Wednesday will climax with our Saviour’s victory over death.
While we celebrate the end of one season and the beginning of a new, lets keep in mind Him that created the seasons, each with its own beauty, and how He delights in our enjoyment of each one.
Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance ~Yoko Ono
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