Some days just dawn. They aren’t pretty or warm or filled with blue skies. They’re just another day. Sometimes I have stuff to do, and Gracie and I head out into the world. Other days I have nothing to do so I read or catch up on the programs I DVR’d or I clean a little. Today I swept the kitchen floor and washed the counter while the coffee brewed. I felt accomplished.

Gracie doesn’t seem herself this morning and even turned down her favorite treat. Right now she is sleeping soundly so I hope she’ll be fine. This happens every now and then, but I still worry.

It isn’t much warmer, the grass is still dull and there are only a few flowers, but I see the world differently than I did simply because it’s spring. When I get the papers, I can smell the freshness of the air, and the morning chill feels temporary. The green fronds of the daffodils and the hyacinths now have buds. The garden is coming alive. The sun’s brightness gives hope of warmth and of me sitting on the deck with my face to the sun. I have stopped complaining about the weather.

Yesterday I watched the Red Sox lose to the Yankees. It may be the Grapefruit League and some players we’ll not see this season took the field, but it didn’t matter. It was baseball. The outfield was a lush green. People were sitting on blankets and chairs watching the game from outside the fence. They all wore short-sleeves and hats to keep their eyes shaded from the sun. They are a harbinger of what will come.

Enjoy the sun and the blue sky, the songs of birds and the color returning to the earth.