Spring. It’s here. My most favourite time of the year.
Always loved Spring; that first sign of change to come, things blossoming, even people somehow start to blossom. I do. Even though beautiful in their own right, Autumn and Winter do get depressing for me sometimes whereas Spring, has always been a sign of renewed hope.
As I drove into my driveway last week, the crocuses growing in the flowerbed were rearing their premature heads. Such a pretty sight. They grow back year after year after year, despite the fact that I frequently maintain the flowerbeds getting rid of the weeds etc certain that I have uprooted them somehow.
I guess these delicate plants, in the greater schemata mirror human beings and how we bounce back despite what the differing seasons of the year throw at us. ■
