Spring

People are saying 'Happy Spring'!  This time of year used to be when I would come alive again after a long, dark winter of 'quiet'.  Spring was always a time to roll down the windows, blast the music and sing and dance.  I used to love watching the buds coil from their branches; crocus, daffodils and tulips would break through the ground and reach towards the sunlight.  The birdsong would be more prevalent.  Baby animals are born and daylight would 'stand' longer.  It felt easier to connect to people as more were outside and open to the new growth that was all around them. 

Yes, with this wonder, weeds came too, cutting the grass was necessary and some unwanted bugs would appear. 

However, the wondrous-ness of it all far outweighed any of the negative for me.  

I would always think of Spring as March 21 because this is the first full day of spring.  Today is when winter turns to spring and anything with winter in it (other than a very short term of same) would not be something I knew how to celebrate.  (As in short term, I mean one weekend of cold, snow, beauty, nature sleeping and a fireplace is all I ever need/want.) 

Down here in Florida, I do see new buds blooming on some trees.  However, it feels like summer all the time here and I am right where I belong, without a doubt.

May you allow the life inside of you to spring alive and bloom.  Ha!