On a cold spring morning in Ohio, Mother Nature has already begun applying brilliant color to the vast canvas overhead, each brush stroke shifting the mood of the awakening day. I walk along the spongy ground; the evidence of a good soaking rain felt under my feet; and the cacophony of chirps and twitters in the canopy above greet me as I pass. My body feels the pleasant soreness of the past few weeks of our laboring and I take a few moments, before the busyness of the day begins, to fill my lungs with the cool freshness that follows the gloom of a rainy day.
Spring seems to be battling with winter for her rightful place in nature’s order. Even so, we are beginning to see her fragile signs, the tiny buds pushing forth, making daily progress, and the spring bulbs no longer able to remain dormant in their cold earthen tomb, anxious to display their brilliant colors before the heat of summer fades their beauty.
Central Ohio will be our home through much of this year, as we have chosen to spend time assisting my husband’s folks, allowing them to remain in a home they have shared for 50+ years. Looking over these 5 acres, there is much evidence of work needing to be done. Parents who have resided here these many years are no longer able to keep up the pace that this lifestyle demands. Weariness greets us at the end of each day but we feel the contentment that completing a project brings, although there is still much to be done. Looking around, we see years of projects that could be added to the list. Our satisfaction is the smiles witnessed on the faces of the two who have watched their home slowly decline, along with their bodies and perhaps a piece of their spirit, signs of hope beginning to replace worry.
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