This morning I woke up with the familiar, all knowing tickle of spring allergies in my nose. Recalling the date and remembering that tomorrow is the first day of spring, I checked the day’s weather: a disappointing high of 39 degrees. Even with winter weather still lingering and holding on, the knowing that flowers are beginning to bloom, that birds are making their presence known, and that the sun is shining longer these days is a type of magic that can only be experienced in this transition from winter to spring.
submerging myself in springtime 🌻
submerging myself in springtime 🌻
submerging myself in springtime 🌻
This morning I woke up with the familiar, all knowing tickle of spring allergies in my nose. Recalling the date and remembering that tomorrow is the first day of spring, I checked the day’s weather: a disappointing high of 39 degrees. Even with winter weather still lingering and holding on, the knowing that flowers are beginning to bloom, that birds are making their presence known, and that the sun is shining longer these days is a type of magic that can only be experienced in this transition from winter to spring.