It’s springtime in New England (not to be confused with Springtime for Hitler), and hope springs eternal. We’ve had 70-degree weather for a few days now and I find that, despite being shit on nearly every day for weeks, I walk with a spring in my step. Hope blossoms in my chest and lightens my load. Springtime and summer are seasons of possibility, laughter, love. Everything is lighter – the sky, our clothing, the air.
Springtime makes me want to pull out my camera and take pictures.
The hope and warmth in my soul make me more patient with my children.
The sun and the blue skies help me shed my fears and believe in the world again, in the potential for happiness.
These are my favorite seasons, Spring and Summer. Fall is a close second, and Winter, I detest. Poor Winter. So rarely appreciated.
Despite the troubles, despite the anger, despite the frustration, despite the anxiety and fear – the hope that comes with Spring helps me to shed the dark clouds above my head and encourages me to clean out the cobwebs of my mind.
Here’s hoping it’s sunny where you are today. Go get a little Vitamin D. Smile. Laugh. Hope.
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I love spring too. Makes like seem prettier. Less mean maybe.
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Spring is always full of hope and new starts. So many photo opportunities … I go wild!
Yes, despite having a root canal today and an itchy rash on my arms, legs & back from an allergic reaction to medication, the fact that it was light out after dinner and we could go out and play and ride bikes and visit with the neighbors for an hour before the whole bath & bed routine was SOOOO nice. It was such a great break from the boring winter routine and everyone was sufficiently sleepy at bedtime. Please Mother Nature, keep being nice to the Northeast…
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