i didn't understand the psychological toll winter had taken on my soul until spring. now i dance with notice of buds beginning to bring life to the cryptic trees. i jumped with joy sunday evening at the sound of our beloved ice cream truck. people are out! we're out! our windows are open as the dark peeks it's way into the night and the sun is greeting us earlier and earlier as our internal clocks find their rhythm with birds songs once again.
to ring in the season of resurrection we spent friday evening planting herbs & wildflowers all over our home, placing each box of hopeful beauty as directly into the sun as possible.