If you asked me what my favourite season was, I would say, Fall, hands down. No doubt about it. Until recently that is. Spring may be using her powers of persuasion against me. Perhaps it is where we live & the fact that the last two winters have been down right balmy (& not winter-ish at all). Perhaps it is the fact that spring this year actually feels like summer & I love it.
But most likely, my newfound love of spring comes from the fact that I am seeing spring for the first time, through new eyes. Not my eyes, of course, but the eyes of my daughters. My twins will be three this June & although this is clearly not their first spring, I feel it’s the first one that really matters. It’s the first one where they really “get” what spring means. They understand when I tell them about flowers & the birds returning & why things are getting green. They have the vocabulary to ask me questions, as my oldest does frequently… “What’s this Mom?” I love explaining things to them & answering their questions. I love pointing out the blossoms on the trees, which I have always thought to be gorgeous.
I love pointing out each new bud on the trees, each little plant poking its head out of the ground. I love how green everything is & how we can find every colour of the rainbow in our yard. We have started talking about the vegetable garden & all the things we are going to grow this year & how the girls are going to help me. We even started some seeds the other day.
As a student for so many years, fall was always seemed like the start of a new year for me, much more so than January. But now… now it’s been 10 years since I was a student & while I still love fall, it doesn’t have the same wonder & promise of new beginnings… but spring, maybe spring does.
Here is a glimpse of what spring looks like at my place… because clearly I take way too many photos! Happy Spring!