First day of spring.
Did four little words ever bear such excitement? I know we are always glad, but this year the possibilities seem majestic.
Might we really be on the brink of new life after a year of tiptoeing around death?
I know we are far from free of the pandemic, but even the door to hope being ajar is almost overwhelming.
I don't know what the weeks will bring but for now I take enormous joy in ...
-the titmouse singing for a mate all day long
-white, yellow, purple, lavender, blue crocus shining up between the dead leaves
-forsythia beginning to golden
-flickers drumming on our chimney
-daylight lingering
-bluebirds cleaning house
-daffodils shooting up overnight and dancing in the sunlight
All these, I embrace with gratitude and hope with their coming, freer footsteps will follow.
Ah, Spring!
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