Springtime ...

The transition from winter to spring can never come soon enough. 

 Here at our home, the dreary weather of our "cold" months, certainly not bone chilling enough like the rest of the country, is cold enough to chill our spirits. Before February even hits, we're anxious, painfully anxious, for those longer stretches of warmth that only spring brings ... 

and the color.

Glorious ...

...color.

 Unfortunately, the hues scattered about our home are few (two, really, from the grape hyacinths & daffodils).  We have had the desire to create a garden that invites  
reflection, inspiration, the Divine .. 
sigh .. 
but neither the time nor the energy.

So what blossoms around here, does so early, and not long.  Two weeks at the most. Then the only color remaining is the green of the lawn.  Oh yea, and the kaleidoscope that stretches across the clothes line, which truth be told, at least obstructs the worn weathered brown (or is it grey?) of our suburban sentry wooden fence.

Have to enjoy these blossoming blessings while we can.

Spring is Christ,
raising martyred plants from their shrouds.  

-- Rumi