Equinox blessings everyone. And for those of us in the northern hemisphere – Happy Spring!
Spring is my favorite season. I find myself waking up — moving from winter’s inward turning into more outward action. And I love watching Spring arrive. Last weekend it was warm enough to rake up some of winter’s debris in the yard and the little bits of garden patches I have surrounding my house. My space is tiny but loved nonetheless, and I was delighted to get out and start hunting for the first signs of emerging Spring. It’s still too early for even the earliest flowers, but I did spot the first 1/8-inch sprouts of green poking up from the dirt. So the crocuses and daffodils aren’t that far away.
But I don’t declare it Official Chicago Spring until I spot the first robin. That hasn’t happened yet either, but I’m on the lookout. And after that things seem to happen pretty quickly. The tulips start popping out and then first buds on the trees. And then the first tree leaves unfurl. I’m hopelessly awed each and every year. There’s something about that first utterly distinctive luminous Spring green that just wows me. It lasts only a short time but I try to drink it in with such intensity so I can hold on to it after it disappears, if only in my heart.
But even if it’s not quite Spring outdoors yet, I still love today. I was married on the vernal equinox and it’s fun to have two reasons to celebrate a day.
I hope you take time to celebrate the turning of the seasonal wheel. And I’d love to hear how you recognize Spring’s arrival in your part of the world.
Happy Spring to you, too, and Happy Anniversary! Spring is such an exciting and beautiful time.