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I have waited patiently to see the trees turn green again. It is a blessing that new life 'springs' forth every year. There is the promise, the hope and the excitement that we will see the color that blankets our landscape more than half the year.
We all take it for granted and sometimes we do not think twice of the beauty. It is there. We see it, but then we do not.
It was nine years ago during a spring break from college that it dawned on me how green the spring was in my home town and throughout the state of Missouri. It seemed like I had driven to the Isle of Ireland. Instead, of crossing the Atlantic; I had crossed the Mississippi River and entered a whole new place.
It was the experience of a Chicago winter that made the green so much for meaningful, but yet, there was something else.

Once home, the smell of spring was every where. Trees were waking up with their new colors. Flowers were blooming with a splash of character dotting the hills and yards. While all these colors bursted out with anticipation, it was the 'most-saturated' greens that made the boldest impact on me.
The morning after I arrived home I ventured around the farm to take a closer look at the life, awaking from its slumber. From the hills in the distance to the trees aligning the field; it was breathtaking.
While I was only home for a week, it gave me a greater appreciation like so many other things I had missed. As I mentioned above, there was something else. I no longer took things for granted because we will miss them once they are no longer within our grasps.
The drive back to Chicago through the Missouri countryside was as memorable as the journey home. This is when I realized in many cases the grass is not greener on the other side.
My patience has recently been fulfilled as the trees welcome spring with the most-saturated green.