We can surely thank God for spring coming. It is my renewal gift. The matted and fermented leaves from last season are crying to be raked up. The damp clumps, the earthworms sleeping, the rustled toad, the daylilies poking out to begint heir new journey. We can wake up from a long nap through winter; the wondering whens and the hopeful days of spring have arrived. A similar rebirth we all know so well is upon us.