Spring Is Here ➡️

And then one day it happened. After all the dark and cold and unwell days of winter, walking out onto the back porch, the air felt different. Softer. Still. The birds were all home from their wintering grounds, chirping a happy chorus that blended  in perfect chaos . I knew that spring was here, and even though the trees were bare, the grass brown, and the first thoughts of wildflowers Nothing more than a curious bud at the base camp of dirt, it wouldn’t be long. soon the hint of warmth would bloom into radiance, every night would be balmy and spent on the screened porch. It was only  March, daylight savings day to be exact, but spring was here to stay. Its amazing to me how every year our seasons can dip their toes from one to another, needing a sweater one day and shorts the next, bopping around, unsure of their earnest commitment from one day to the next. But also, every season, there is one day it truly does change for good and it doesn’t go back until the next go around. And this was the day; I’m glad I didnt miss it. 

The spring season of rebirth has always energized me. Perhaps because it’s my birth time. The exciting possibilities of all that can be dance on the horizon, awaiting germination. It blows in on the wind, on the soft nights when your children fall asleep on that oversized porch couch. as the sun sinks fast, and the breeze is cool on their face, they’re cuddled up close in quilts, grateful for the warmth and grateful for the opportunity to desire warmth. Because all too soon, it will be much too hot. We will still spend our nights out here but it won’t be wrapped in quilts but rather wrapped in sticky smiles of popsicles and sweat from playing all day before bath and bed. 

Those days are great too. They all are, in their own way. But nights like this, in mid March, when the full moon is just a smudgy orb behind a bare branched walnut tree, I’m most grateful for all that is to come this year. And maybe I love these moments best of all because deep down in my core soul memories, I was once the little girl my mama wrapped up in a quilt on those cool springs evenings…