It's Day 9 of the Slice of Life Story Challenge, started by Two Writing Teachers. I am writing around the theme topic of "What I Know For Sure." (See Day 1 for a full explanation.)
When was a young girl, spring always excited me because it meant one thing: new ducklings and chicks to raise for the fair. As many of you know from reading my stories from last March, my childhood was filled with animals and the outdoors. Those ducklings and chicks, so vulnerable in their fluffy down and tiny little bodies, depended fully on me (with lots of help from my dad) to take care of them. They were so full of life and promise, and they put a smile of my face every time I looked at them. They embodied spring and the resurrection it symbolized, like little phoenixes.
Spring also meant the ice on the pond getting thinner, the horse's coat shedding its wooly winter fur, puddles to jump in, and the creek running wild. It meant thunderstorms, muddy dog paws, and birds chirping. It meant everything and everyone waking up.
When the weather warmed up FINALLY yesterday, and the snow started to melt, the smell of mud and that hint of new life sprang to the surface. Our clocks were turned ahead, meaning light for longer into the evening, and the sun seemed to shine just a little warmer. Neighbors emerged from their winter caves, and I heard the boy next door playing basketball in his driveway. That sound of the ball hitting the pavement sounded like spring. Everyone at church seemed to have brighter smiles and a bounce in their steps. When I took the dog out, I saw that emerging under the melting snow was a tiny pink flower bud growing amongst the winter leaves of the hellebores. Spring is here!
What I Know For Sure: I've always known that no matter how long, cold, or dark the winter is, spring always comes. And that has made all the difference.