I wasn’t even tired of winter. I could have been happy with two or three more months of it, I swear. So my utter delight in the appearance of spring has come as something of a surprise. But I am loving all the signs of new life. The winter grasses are giving over to new shoots of green. My oh my! And just yesterday I looked out my window to see my neighbor’s three brand new baby goats (white against green) frolicking in the spring sunshine. I simply had to stop what I was doing to gaze out on all that joy. When it comes right down to it, though, every season offers its own particular beauty. One is not better than another. But the change itself, I think, is lovely.
Love to you all,