In between the BIG good ishes (going to the temple, turning in an outline, registering for fall classes, watching the General Women's Broadcast) there is one itty bitty good ish that is yet impossible to ignore.
We call it
THE WEATHER.
Coming from a land that has little in the way of weather (*cough cough* Mesa, Arizona), it is so much more pleasing to come to March and April being in Utah. Even after an exceedingly mild winter, you can feel and see every change that marks the coming of spring.
The ducks waddle in pairs and nestle in the shadows in the grass. The popcorn trees exploded--overnight, apparently--with tiny round white petal-kernels that pepper the sidewalk and rain down whenever the wind blows. The breeze still has the slightest bite to it, urging you to stay in the sun's sight whenever possible. Green grass. Blue skies. Walks are perfect, as are short sleeves.
I call it
beautiful.
The loveliness thereof makes us think of the tie between spring and the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. And is it any wonder? With so much life bursting forth from the ground, the sky, the water, how could we not remember the One who created this beauty as a symbol of His own life and renewal?
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