I saw a couple of skinny robins the other day and I was reminded that spring is officially here. Robins, shirtless runners, and tulips are the signs I most clearly identify with the advent of spring. Today while I was out and about I was reminded that there is another indicator of spring that is becoming more evident in the area – outward coupling. There is a whole lotta’ hand holding, canoodling, and increasing closeness going on out in the community and I, for one, want to say that I think it’s grand.
I so enjoy seeing all the happy in-like and in-love folks smiling and laughing as they navigate about the world. In makes me so hopeful for the universe to see people connecting each spring.
Spring is the season of renewal – renewal of life, renewal of love, renewal of hope. It is the most hopeful season in my mind and it is the season that brings my all-time favorite flower – daffodils.
My mom used to buy me daffodils in the spring. Now the sight of daffodils each spring reminds me of my mom who isn’t with me anymore. But thankfully, spring still comes every year and the renewal of love, life and hope are happy reminders that life goes on in this universe of ours – predictably, miraculously, breathtakingly – it goes on.
Day one thousand and five of the new forty – obla di obla da