Yesterday morning I realized that another wet April had quickly concluded without ever really bringing the feeling of Spring. Today, though, May opened its door to pink buds amid a full, rich green landscape. April showers indeed bring May flowers. Until today it wasn’t really something I had realized much before, but it is so true!
Dear Autumn will always hold a special place in my heart but I find the crisp freshness of a blooming Spring inexplicably breathtaking. Most people I know are so focused on Summer’s approach that they forget to take an evening stroll and breathe the sweet printanier blossoms. This year, though, I’ll make a special effort to slow down and savor each moment of frais printanier.
I’m looking forward to a fulfilling spring — one in which I buzz around like a busy bee, not to be cliché or anything. I dream of beach-side picnics and kite flying in the fresh breeze, of parchment-wrapped sandwiches and ice-cold coffee.
Life is busy and often rushed. It demands hard work and earned rewards but each day I am finding that it also generously gives simple, beautiful gifts. When I find joy in les petites choses I feel so fulfilled and genuinely happy. Cold pear juice running down my chin, flipping the aged yellow pages of a favorite novel, poking my toes into a gurgling stream — I just need to open up my senses and feel the life pumping through my veins.
Feeling alive is the only way to truly be alive.