Spring is here! I’m sitting out on the lawn as I write this, blissfully taking in the warm afternoon sun, along with a cup of coffee. The lawn itself is akin to a soggy sponge, but there are already sprigs of green showing, which is a sight for the sore eyes of many New Englanders.
My thermometer says 55 degrees, which feels downright balmy. The green tips of the daffodils are poking up through the ground, and the birdsong of the chickadees and cardinals seems more cheerful than ever.
Spring is my favorite time of year. To me, there is nothing more magical than seeing life spring forth from a seemingly dead landscape. Dried and broken plant stems still haunt fields and roadsides (not to mention my garden), but fresh, young basal growth is already beginning to appear, waiting to unfurl and flourish.
I think this carries over into our lives as humans, too. I don’t know about you, but I definitely feel more energized in the spring, usually after a long period of something resembling torpor over the course of the winter. My fingers long to work the earth, and I just want to be outside as much as possible.
Maybe what I like so much about spring is the promise that the cycle continues and life goes on. No matter what happens in the world , this is nature’s truth, and always will be.