What a glorious few days it has been. The spring sunshine is such a balm for all stresses, even if it provides just a moment's reprieve. There is a lesson to be learned in winter, beyond its own beauty and calm. Winter teaches me every year, because every year I forget, that the first, tentative days of spring are such a gift. I love different parts of the year for different reasons, and I feel lucky to be able to recognize the joy somewhere in just about every day, but spring...spring feels like a rush. Spring, though it marks beginnings, is an end to the bleak. It is a reward for making it through another sleepy winter.
Wishing you lilacs and daffodils and cloudless skies.