Awakening – by Jay Rosenblatt

A Winter, determined and tireless, engulfed so much of Meadow Hill.  It cloaked us with glistening ice, a deep blanket of snow that appeared to be carefully woven.  Our footsteps were so consciously placed as we walked.  Hats, mufflers, gloves, and warm coats were our contributions to the appearances of fashion. Vestiges of the cold winter lingered for a while longer, with its sudden chilling winds, and a few last chilling snow showers, before it began its rapid and disorganized retreat. Suddenly a few brave crocuses appeared, pussy willows started to bud, and little green stalks courageously pushed through the earth, signaling that a new and beautiful beginning is awakening.  We quickly turn away from the daily newspapers, the changing of television channels, the strident radio talk shows, and open our doors to step out. We step out of our homes because here and there are the crocuses of hope, and the little green stalks of a smiling tomorrow.  We look forward eagerly to the full beauty of the world about us, with its blossoming gift of nature.  Anxiously we leave our homes to join so many others in the friendship and caring that so epitomizes Meadow Hill.   Isn’t it great to be here in Meadow Hill !!!!!