Like that one year, I was in maybe 5th grade, and it was April 1, April Fools Day. And it snowed a lot!! Our school district was closed but we went to a private school which did not even have a delay. So somehow, we decided that school was more important than our safety and we piled in the school van. I remember we almost slid off the road going up a hill, but that was our only adventure. And when I got to school, which was about 20 miles away, there was no snow on the ground and no one believed me that it had snowed about 6" at my house because it was April Fools' Day.
But I didn't mean to dampen anyones hopes with that story. It could happen, but I think it's just really nice to see the sun and to be able to go outside without a huge winter jacket, scarf, and hat. Yesterday I saw that the daffodils are just about to bloom, we might have some that bloom today if it gets warm enough. And I can't wait!!
So this morning I was reading from Psalm 65, and its all about spring!
"What mighty praise, O God,
belongs to you in Zion.
We will fulfill our vows to you,
for you answer our prayers.
All of us must come to you.
Though we are overwhelmed by our sins,
you forgive them all.
What joy for those you choose to bring near,
those who live in your holy courts.
What festivities await us
inside your holy Temple.
You quieted the raging oceans
with their pounding waves
and silenced the shouting of the nations.
Those who live at the ends of the earth
stand in awe of your wonders.
From where the sun rises
to where it sets,
you inspire shouts of joy.
You take care of the earth and water it,
making it rich and fertile.
The river of God has plenty of water;
it provides a bountiful harvest of grain,
for you have ordered it so.
You drench the plowed ground with rain,
melting the clods and leveling the ridges.
You soften the earth with showers
and bless its abundant crops.
You crown the year with a bountiful harvest;
even the hard pathways overflow with abundance.
The grasslands of the wilderness become a lush pasture,
and the hillsides blossom with joy.
The meadows are clothed with flocks of sheep,
and the valleys are carpeted with grain.
They all shout and sing for joy!"