I took a walk today, and I saw Spring! She’s not quite here yet, but it will only be a few more days.
I didn’t wear a coat because the sun was shining so beautifully, and I even felt hot walking up the hill. I saw trees just barely beginning to bud–I had to look closely to see, but it’s there. I saw plants pushing their way up through the Earth to greet the sun. I saw flowers–perhaps a handful of tiny white flowers, a single orange one ready to bloom. I saw a flowering tree threatening to burst forth in color at any moment.
And in just a couple of days, about a block from my apartment, there will be a daffodil.
There is no moment that means more to me that Spring has come than the Day of the First Daffodil. The day when the Sun, in all her fiery glory, comes out of the earth and blooms.