Today finally felt like spring. Glorious spring, where life starts to emerge, slowly, from winter stillness.
Buds form on the trees, flowers push through the ground towards the sun, and even the birds chirp a little louder.
I even sat outside for a bit to soak in some sunshine.
(Oh outdoors and sunshine... you have been missed!)
As much as I complain about the winter, I actually do love all four seasons. Even winter has a purpose. Without winter, there would be no true spring. No renewal, no rebirth. None of those buds forming or flowers beginning to grow.
How sad would that be? So I for one, would like to apologize to winter.
I'm sorry winter, when I blame you for being so long and miserable. I'm sorry that I want to shovel you away along with the snow. Actually, you're just part of the cycle of life. You've been keeping things under wraps until the time is right for them to start to grow again.
So thank you, winter. Thank you for all that you've done. But now it's time for you to leave until at least November, maybe even December. (Snow, you can show up in time for Christmas...)
Spring is definitely in the air -- and with it, my heart (like the birds) sings a little louder. May this season of renewal and rebirth bring you a basketful of hope and happiness.