“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
~ A. A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
The first day of spring: she teased us yesterday morning, blanketing our world with a thick layer of soft snow and an icy wind. All I could do was laugh when I awoke to see the state of affairs. Beautiful, yes, but honestly I’d rather she had left all joking aside. I was counting on her arrival.
Today I came home to find a gorgeous spring garden in full bloom on our tabletop. It had been meticulously fashioned out of clusters of numerous vases filled with daffodils, tulips and a striking potted orchid. All had been carefully arranged by my partner.
My heart instantly blossomed, overflowing with delight and love. And I realized that while I’d love for spring to come much earlier than it does, the true gardens, the real blossoms, are the ones we grow in our hearts and minds; and that spring always starts on the inside, that snow or no snow, it can feel like spring any time of the year.
Daffodils, by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2014 madlyinlovewithlife
Phalaenopsis Orchid, by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife