The Overture Has Started, The Revival of the Blockbuster Begun

This is the browning time, all that died in winter is no longer covered in snow but carpeting West Tennessee in a decaying stain of dirty brown.  There is very little to suggest springtime and lots of left-over debris of winter.  But then the announcement comes, a herald from the buttercups, a yellow invitation to anticipation, springtime is coming.  And then the country fields turn emerald with wheat, the forsythia sparkles among the ditches in tuning voices, the cherry blossoms pinkly plead and the towering trees put on a tiny red canopy of coming shade and last; of the first glittering of putting the brown to enriching soil; is the faithful Redbud, its purple parade will line our lanes and busy byways announcing, GREEN IS COMING!  And we all lean gently back in our rocking chairs and attend one of God’s greatest plays, “Spring Comes Flourishing Across Tennessee.”