Friday, April 4, 2014
Springing Into Love by Grace Burrowes
Last weekend, we had yet more, yes-I-do-believe-that's snow in Maryland. We've had more one-more winter weather event at least six times, and there's another one on the forecast as I type this. San Diego, here I come!
With the weather in mind, I dove south on I-81, which had the predictable effect of driving me into spring. Four hours south of home, the forsythia is in riot, the quince is peaking, the redbud trees are coming into their glory.
The author's job is to bring that character kicking, cursing, and falling onto his or her backside into spring.
In spring, the characters' faint, stubborn hope for a life based on love and courage is vindicated--after it's nearly snuffed out entirely, of course. They can love and be loved, they can hear the birds, smell the flowers, and appreciate all of their own fine qualities. They rediscover the courage it takes to love, both others and themselves.
And here's another aspect of spring I'd forgotten about: In spring, the bugs come out, and driving 700 miles a day, the windshield takes a horrendous beating of bug-splat. In spring, there are ferocious hail storms outside Oklahoma City (waves to Carolyn Brown). In spring, there are dust storms.
We have come cursing and stumbling to another spring, all things are new, and love is in our hearts and all around us.
Is it spring where you are? What's the worst aspect of winter, and how will you celebrate its passing for another year?
To one commenter, I'll send the Wine Country Gift Basket, The Connoisseur.