Isn't this a wonderful time of year, when spring is waking up after a long, cold winter? Isn't every flower a miracle, dotting the previously barren landscape?
Even the simplest flower, such as yellow daffodils or white cherry blossoms, move the soul. Thoreau believed that spring was the proof of immortality, when the cold, sleepy world awakes to splendor after a death-like sleep.
There are signs all around me today of spring--rhubarb pushing up through the garden soil, primroses braving a late snow, winter pansies and violas in baskets, waiting for warmer weather to grow and flourish. There are Orchard Mason Bees sleeping in 'bee condos' on the side of the woodshed, waiting for just one week of temperatures over 55 degrees before they venture out and pollinate an area one mile wide.
Ah, Spring!!!
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