The first signs of spring.
This is one of my most favorite things in the world.
It gives me such inspiration. I can’t even begin to explain how the shift in the seasons impact me.
And although this occurs EVERY spring, I’m always surprised by the rush of thoughts and emotions.
( I guess it’s good that some things still surprise me these days )
Everything smells different. Everything looks, feels, and sounds different.
I love the smell of the moisture lingering in the breezes … this makes me think of the light spring rains and the roof-rattling thunderstorms … which I eagerly welcome the opportunity to bear witness from my porch swing.
I love the smell the dirt being upturned by the surrounding Amish farmers … this makes me ready to start digging in my own gardens … and wondering if the gardening tools have wandered away from the shed by the hands of my curious boys that have busied themselves all winter with building contraptions and creations in the surrounding barns and woods.
The birds! I love waking to the singing of the birds in the morning and from the sound of it, every bird in the state of Iowa has perched on every limb in the 30 plus trees surrounding our home … singing its glory to the sun each morning and sharing their winter migration stories with all their nesting neighbors and my family.
I welcome the lawn mowing, the weed pulling, the sunscreen, the sandy feet, the weber grill, the nightly bonfires.
I welcome the open windows, the warm breezes, the water fights, the bike rides, the hikes and even the bugs.
I welcome my new-found energy, my motivation to move, to clean, to do and to just be in the moment.
( i wish i could embrace winter this way )
I. LOVE. SPRING.