Sara Sandstrom-Kobi, Peak to Peak. Springtime in this part of Colorado means hummingbirds, daffodils, snow, robins, sunshine and rain. Some days kids are hauling snow boots and snow pants to school. The next day they are begging to wear shorts. 

Every spring I am reminded why we have a mud room and why it is called a mud room. The coat hooks are overcrowded with winter gear and spring jackets. We all want to be in the sunshine to shake off the winter season. 

The hummingbirds buzz by and we can’t help but hear the birds singing their songs. We start thinking about planting flowers and I see rhubarb coming up. Will my poppies, iris’ and columbines remerge out of the once frozen ground to bring color to the yard and a smile to my face? 

We want rain to keep the fire danger down. We want to get our bicycles out and put the snow shovels away. We want to stay up later. We sit outside to drink coffee and read the paper. We want the sun on our faces as it warms our souls. 

Every season has its beauty. Spring shows us the glory of rebirth and growth. It is spring!

(Originally published in the May 16, 2019, print edition of The Mountain-Ear.)