“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.”
I love how delicate and gentle spring is.
I love watching the trees sprout green buds and impatient flowers bloom into a sea of colors.
If spring were a person, she’d be a gentle lady with a soft voice. Hardworking and humble, always humming a song under her breath. A naïve optimist, yet wise and grounded.
People often overlook spring as merely a steppingstone into summer. She tends to be overshadowed by the blaze and glamour of summer; seamlessly slipping out the door without any warning or demand for acknowledgment as summer loudly announces her presence.
But spring lays the groundwork for summer. Her soft voice whispers the plants to awaken from their wintery slumber. Her gentle nurturing is exactly what nature needs to grow healthy, strong and tall. As do all does life beings.
I love spring because the air smells like sweet possibility. It feels as freeing and welcoming as a new beginning.
Nothing is quite as forgiving as the chance to start all over again.