Spring is in my spirit, that’s for sure. And with the clean crisp air filling my lungs, small rivers of water at my feet, and newborn calves over the fence, this is sure to be a good year.
Like the flowers in the field and birds in the air, we are awakening to the beauty around us.
Sounds of Spring
The honking of geese has been nature’s music this week.
I think they sound lovely. The pups sure don’t agree.
Sights of Spring
It’s an awful great thing to wake up to this South Dakota sky.
It’s an awful great thing to wake up at all, really.
Smells of Spring
The combination of silage and manure fills the nostrils with a welcomed fragrance. I’ve always love that smell …
Tastes of Spring
The taste of fresh blueberry muffins crumbling in my mouth … and the anticipation of a new garden to be brought to life. A list of labor that keeps growing and growing as excitement builds.
All the senses are a wonderful gift, but the final one, touch, may be the most necessary in life. We can lose our hearing … our sight … our taste and smell (my mother understands the latter two). But touch … we may wither if it’s not received.
A touch from a mother’s gentle hug … a kiss on a sweet furry friend’s head … a grasp from a baby’s firm grip. To rub your nose against a child’s soft cheek … or the light brush from a lover’s lips.
Yes, touch is a powerful sense.
The Touch of Spring
It’s a beautiful thing.
To carry on the question my English professor asked of her students … If you had to give up one sense, which would you choose and why?