There's Something About Spring...

Birds are chirping.

Buds are peaking.

Balls are in my yard.

It happens every year, and yet each year, when we experience the first few warm days of spring, the change feels magical, almost impossible. It’s like I’m experiencing the chill leaving the breeze, the sun warming my face and the days growing longer for the first time.

I’ve always maintained fall as my favorite season. I love the colors, the leaves, the coziness. Wrapping my hands around a warm drink, covering up with blankets and sweaters, anticipating a season of hibernation, soups and quiet.

But after a week like this one, I don’t know if I can hold favorites. For the first time in buckets of days, I got out on my bike, took my kids to the park, played pickleball, and my dog frolicked in the grass emerging from the melting snow. Crocuses popped their yellow and purple heads through the wood chips and decaying leaves, their petals stretching toward the sun after months in darkness. Neighbors emerged from their cocoons with rakes shovels and sun hats. And everyone seemed a little friendlier, hellos on morning walks and waves from cars passing by.

There is such value in change, a shift in the weather, an adjustment to our outlook. The truth is I love each season. And what I love particularly about these shoulders is that they mark transition. We get to experience both, the hanging on of one as we yo-yo into another. It gets cold again tomorrow - rain, some more snow, freezing mornings. But spring has most definitely arrived. Nature has given us these days to savor, leaving small treasures of what’s to come.