I could be wrong, but I am feeling pretty secure in the fact that the weather is much nicer the last few days. The snow is melting out of yards and cellars may be a little damp, but the days are getting longer and I am feeling pretty excited that real motorcycle season is here. Oh, we may get a storm or two, but not enough to deter us. Many have already begun to rake yards and ready for gardens and flowers. I know my wife was out there making room for the plants breaking through.There is something about spring that, even though economically, many things have been stressful, we are seeing breakthrough. Many of our contractors are reporting phone calls and jobs settling in. And despite the mud, we are ready for spring. Mucky roads, unpredictable weather and wet ground that sags beneath your feet. It can only be springtime in New England. It’s just incredible to watch everything go from a frozen state to being lush and green all over again. But what can we do?

My grandson Jacob, can’t resist jumping in puddles and sitting in the mud. Only today he and I hung out, moving ice from in front of the container to get the motorcycle out and he was so excited about the broken pieces of ice I was sending across the driveway. And he found all the puddles and all the softest places in the mud.

Many years ago, I lived in Dummerston Vermont. The road we lived on was about 2 miles of “mud.” I would watch people in front of my dad’s home drive through, knowing that to not have any speed together, would mean that Rod’s would be towing them. It was almost like watching a boat settle down in the water. Vehicle after vehicle, would submit to the great sucking force of the mud.

For many of us, mud season means the end of winter and the beginning of spring.

So, rather than concentrate on what could have been, let’s pick up on the longer days, nicer weather and the coming of spring. Get those barbecues fired up and start inviting friends over. We can worry about things or we can get things going. Many say there are really only three types of people. Those who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who say what happened. I want to and tend to be in the first class. Make things happen. Many of my friends are as well. I do not think the unemployment is as bad as many would lead you to believe, because many just can’t sit at home and have started new businesses. I have at least a dozen friends who lost jobs. They are not sitting at home waiting for the mail. They have started companies and are moving ahead. (And we love those small companies and have adjusted our prices to accommodate you. Call us!) I see all the new lettering on trucks and cars.

So, while it is mud season, you don’t have to be stuck in the mud. So many new businesses come out of an economy like this. So, stop worrying and start strategizing.

Imagine a dense fog blanketing seven city blocks to a depth of one hundred feet. All that fog condensed, scientists say, fills one single water tumbler. And there’s a picture of worry: in the heat of fear and anxiety, a half glass of worry expands to cloud everything in our vision.

Someone has estimated that 40 percent of our worries never occur . . . 30 percent are already past . . . 12 percent are needless health concerns . . . 10 percent are petty. Only 8 percent of our worries deserve our attention.

Don’t wander in the fog of the 92-percent-needless worry . . . and miss the 8 percent worth your trouble. It’s the high calling of our daily work.

Some of us believe, “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt. 6:33-34)” And even if that is not how you think, you really can not fix yesterday nor tomorrow.