Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some form of April hallelujah, for this is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts.
Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle
So gradual is the return of spring this year. Every rare day the sun shines is cause to celebrate a respite from the gray.
This dark morning, cool rain falls again. Good for the garden, less so for this gardener who wants to go outside to play. Indoor gardening instead today as I repot tomatoes.
Also, making granola, making yogurt . . . just puttering at home. The things I once dreamed of having time to do.
Seen this way, the day doesn’t seem as gloomy as it did at first glance.
Change my perspective, change my experience.