One of the things I love best about having a birthday in early March is that I can always count on feeling the stirrings of Spring as a gift from Nature.
Full disclosure: I’m Canadian, and I loathe winter. (I know; I’m not sure if they’ll take back my citizenship for that or not either.) But by the time my birthday rolls around, life on the 45th parallel is definitely getting brighter.
These tulips were given to me yesterday by my husband, and I absolutely love them. I buried my nose in the purple bliss and took a deep breath. The damp, earthy smell filled my nose and swept deep into my lungs, and something in me came out of dormancy.
I remember spring.
As I sit here writing at my desk, the sun is pouring in the window. The sky still looks cold, and the snow still covers most of the ground, but winter’s days are numbered.
13 days and 18 hours, if you’re counting.
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