Spring

Spring... when that air lightens and the earth hears the call of the sunshine.

This time of year I long to be outside in this blossoming serene vision we call home.

I have lived in many places of beauty over the years and now find myself in Georgia. I had to find a new definition of beauty for this place, find a space that made my heart as happy as the old one. Sometimes when we land somewhere new, not by our own choice, we can kind of hold a grudge and not look at the new as a blessing.

Spring here in Georgia is glorious. It is a place with a true season...

When you can drive with the windows down and let your hair blow while the music flows just loud enough to catch the ears of those to worried about theirs to do so...

When you smell a soothing hint of flora each time the breeze travels through a flowering tree...

When white and pink petals find their way into your home getting stuck in your hair like falling snow...

When hope floats above us in fluffy friendly clouds just like pulled cotton...

When love seems hopeful, new and kindness is shown in smiles...

When new life is trickling out of the pours of all living things, we know spring has shone her favor on us.

The bottom line is Spring holds promise like rain drops.. renewal and new growth in abundance.