Infancy, new beginnings,

The Spring of life itself

Every moment is an adventure

Spring , a season of new life, trees grow new buds after lying dormant all winter. The earth  renews itself, grass grows  green. It is newly born.

I remember the first time I held a newborn baby. It was 16 years ago, and it was two days before Christmas. It was my husband's niece. We had gone down to Connecticut to my husbands' sister's place for Christmas.

I have never given birth,  and for reasons of time and  distance, I had never seen my other nieces and nephews until they were at least three months old.

My husband and I went to the hospital to see my sister -in- law about seven hours after our niece was born. She was a good size, nearly eight pounds, I think, but she seemed so incredibly tiny and fragile when I held her.

When I looked into her  precious little face, I realized that this small scrap of humanity had just begun a marvelous journey. No one but God knew how long or arduous that journey would be. I said a little prayer for her, to help her on her way.

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I wrote an Haiku, (actually 4 in a row) in the story, "Haiku 2". It was called "The Seasons Of Life". The River Talker suggested that I start this series as a writing exercise for everyone.
And so I did.
This is how it works:
Each chapter should involve a season in nature, as well as a season or happening in your life - anyone's life, your own, your parents, grandparents, fictional character, and how they have been affected by the season or event.
The only solid rule is that each new chapter has to reflect the season being written about.
The seasons don't have to follow each other, just any season that you have an inspiration about.
Enjoy.

updated Nov 30, 2008 by moonwalker