Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Spring is my favorite season. I find that most people name fall as their top choice for a season, but I'd have to say otherwise. I love butternut squash and wool sweaters just as much as the next person, but there's nothing like this time of year when life arises from the most unlikely places, almost as if from the ashes of the cold, dark oppression that is winter.
Springtime offers hope and life in its longer days, blooming trees and early flowers. The faint pink of dogwood trees, bright yellow of the daffodil and the vibrant red of the tulip make me gasp with excitement inside-- knowing that life carries on, that the earth is living and breathing and that new days are ahead. I'm so glad for that.
P.S. On my walk at lunchtime I put my favorite seasons in order: spring, summer, fall then winter. So, according to this rather natural progression, things are about to move in fairly ideal direction. How bout that!