Ah! We made it to Spring. Glorious, sun-shiny, warm Spring. Given all the Signs of Spring posts I’ve done lately, my guess is that you have already figured out that I love this time of year. And I do. A lot.
It’s not just the weather that I love. I crave the newness and the freshness of it. It is the beginning of something good. It has possibilities. It is not harsh or oppressive.
I often call Spring and Fall the soft ends of the year, just as morning and evening are the soft ends of the day. They are gentle, undemanding. They ease you into what comes next. Or they just let you be. Summer and Winter are harsh, insistent, raucous. The sun is either high and hot or hiding and dim.
The colors are fresh now. Maybe it's because everything, not too long ago, was gray and brown and dirty. The flowers seem to sing for joy. And I am too!