March, they say, comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. If you’ve ever watched a lamb, you know that they go in quite a bouncy fashion, with a great deal of “spring” in their step.
What puts spring in your step these days?
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I can identify the action of the lamb and I certainly felt it in myself the last couple of days.
I fell on the ice the first winter and broke my left femur bone. I was “repaired” with a rod holding together and was in therapy in nursing home after the hospital.
I kept pretty upbeat (why make things worse.) But it was getting pretty dull (and hurt). But I felt like a lamb as the rod was no longer cold and the sun was shining and I couldn’t stop going through necessary tasks and wanted to keep talking before I went to sleep.
The image of the lamb came easily as my dad raised sheep when I was a child and one that was rejected by its mother became my pet. I didn’t know until years later, that the lamb paid for our vacation to California from Ohio.