Gradual and All at Once

In one day, yesterday, I noticed the hint of green among the barren trees along the road sides. The blossoms on the Bradford pear trees are beginning to open, preparing to share their white bouques with the world. The pair of swallows returned to their mud nest over the porch. A bull frog could be heard bellowing in the early night mist.
Aslan is coming. Life is reasserting itself. Death is conquered. The Paschal mystery is all around us.