Spring is a reminder.
A reminder that things bloom. We plant seeds - seeds that are tiny and seem so insignificant. And we water them and we nurture them. And then things bloom.
A reminder that nature operates on a cycle. Death and growth. Nurture and harvest.
A reminder that the other side is coming. Dark, cold, dreary winter is always followed by a bright, blooming spring.
A reminder that even when things are good, they aren't free of upheaval. There is a lot of rain in the spring. Inconvenient, sometimes scary, and life-giving rain.
I am so ready for spring.
It is coming just in time.