‘Tis the season of waiting. Waiting for leaves to burst forth.
Waiting for for the daffodils and squills to brighten dreary spring days.
Waiting to meander up the river, away from cell phone service, questions, and answers.
Waiting for roads and fields to dry, foals to drop, hair to shed.
Waiting for answers. Waiting for Easter.
With all this waiting comes hope and the promise of something better.
To make it worth the wait is up to me!