It was written shortly after my accident that put me in my wheelchair. Since then we have added a wheelchair accessible room to our home, a room that allows me to look out at all the wonders of nature in spring — that special time of the year when God awakens our senses to the beauty he created to lighten our hearts following the long dreary days of winter.
Not only did this column remind me of my accident, it reminded me that each spring is little different from the last spring, or from other springs.
It was raining in 2007 as I wrote that column, as it is today, as I write this column. I still use my wheelchair to wheel to the window to watch nature perform its miracles of resurrecting life from the seemingly dead of winter.
My 2007 column used these words to describe that spring morning: “Rising, I lit the fireplace to remove the chill before wheeling to the front door in my wheelchair where I opened the door and then just sat there in the open doorway filling my lungs with the wondrous smells that follow the rain ending winter’s drab cold days. …
“Continuing to fill my winter weary lungs with the freshness of spring, I looked around and began to observe that spring was anxious to push winter into the background. One could almost see the sap rising in the trunks of the trees, flowing out to the branches and twigs, touching the DNA of the leaves that are now beginning to leaf out.
“Another one of nature’s beautiful scenes greeted me as I looked across the street to the seventh tee of our local golf course. It was shrouded in fog as the warm rain hit the cold almost frozen fairway lifting up the fog. And through the fog, then covering the fairway, I could hear the mournful coos of mourning-doves. Enchanting!”
Today, while more mobile, I still wheel to the window to look over our nature-enhanced backyard. And, as in 2007 a spring rain is again breaking the bonds of winter, allowing spring to switch on nature’s built-in DNA telling all who will listen and observe that there is life after winter and that it’s time to get about that business each of God’s creations was created to do, be it to coo as the mourning doves do, or as the trees and shrubbery, bud out and blossom with beautiful blooms that lift the hearts of all mankind, or, as the wildlife do each spring, mate and bring forth their own kind. It is truly wondrous to behold.
As I ponder each spring, and all its splendor and beauty here on earth, I often wonder if the beauties of heaven can exceed what we witness here on earth. Perhaps, but perhaps not.
Spring always reassures me, now in the winter of my life, to know that when God created the earth, he tilted the earth to provide the earth with seasons, the seasons humans refer to as spring, summer, fall and winter.
My belief is that God had a definite purpose in mind when he created these seasons; to remind all mankind that their lives are also divided into seasons as Ecclesiastics (3:1-2) reminds us, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; …” for a purpose.
Spring represents for me the birth and youth of life, a time when each of us springs forth and blossoms, finding our mates and replenishing the earth; our summer season is our time to work, raise and provide for our family; our fall season is to reap and enjoy the fruits of our summertime labors, our grandchildren and great-grandchildren; and our winter months are a reminder that mortality is but a fleeting moment, and that it is time to prepare to meet our maker and to remain firm in our beliefs that life does indeed have purpose and that our next spring may well be in his presence, there to lift up our eyes to once again view the spender that our God has provided there for all who believe in him.
Yes, spring has sprung, again.
Donald Conkey is a retired agricultural economist in Woodstock.