I have always lived in areas with four distinct seasons. Warm, often hot green summers, colorful, crisp falls, cool, if not cold, winters, and always bright and welcoming spring.
Spring brings an end to the hibernation which encompasses most of nature during the winter months. There is renewed warmth and a burst of color. This rosebush is an example. We replanted it last year when the bushes around it started choking off its space. Instead of throwing it out or letting it struggle where it was, we gave it a chance at a renewed life. Given room to grow and a little TLC, it has shown the promise to grow and expand and become something wonderful.
And so, I tell my sagging spirit and battered ego that, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven..." (Ecclesiastes 3:1 KJV). It is, after all, spring.