I awoke this morning to sunshine and blue skies, the lush spread of grass in vibrant, saturated green. To birdsong, to tulips poking their sealed heads skyward, to leaf buds unfurling. After yesterday’s rain, the world is washed clean and all its creatures rejoice.
Spring is a time of renewal and I feel it, head to soul, as if I, too, have been washed clean and filled with light. The vase of daffodils on the counter is a cheerful reminder that color has returned to the landscape, after a long, weary Winter with its limited palette. And for that, I am grateful.