|Spring is eating breakfast in natural morning light|
with windows open to the breeze.
|Spring is spending all morning outside, shedding layers as the sun rises and the air warms up.|
|Spring is mud- sloshy, thick, boot-consuming mud- everywhere.|
|Spring is new blossoms, and the hope they represent.|
|Spring is noticing that all things come in due time, then living it.|
|Spring is bounty, if you know where to look.|
|Spring is breaking bread and sharing, laughing, and loving.|
Today marked the Vernal equinox, and we spent our day of balance in relative harmony, seeking out all the goodness that can be found underneath the strengthening sun, rooted in the warming soil, and growing all around us.
Spring is here.